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