liberty the human color
must invade the trip-wired cage

the harp spins on a bone-handled continent beneath the magician's table
its made of swans backs one wing open
a 3-headed asterix selling candy around the racetrack
a long silence followed those murders

a long curve tucked behind an idea
the runaway scissors always invade the music-hall
with its tongue of incredible stone
a mantelpiece already demolished
I then tried to slash my wrists with bits of brown earth
the way the first man loved the first woman
the liberty of blue zebras are
tiny cavalry units

every day I find
what I am looking for

I see Venezuala oozing out of my left shoe
I see two tennis balls
I see an Egyptian rockery

your machine is your machine

riddled with rose-bullets

1 comment:

Robert said...

Martin, sorry, i know this isnt quite the place, but i tried sending u an email and it was returned

are u still the editor of The StarFish Journal?

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