. A single area coated slowly with a warm orange peel cure grows sick smelling hair The man stares on through his curved lenses God works on his tan While sipping margaritas In a tourist controlled resort town Somewhere deep in Mexico The bacteria culture grows eyes rapidly As if potato farmers. the tree spirits giggle And hand me a fig I have paint on my face As my brush rests idle I can't seem to cap- ture the wind against that twig no leaves waiver, no winter this year. The sky be blue, be blue the sky. Never again be a cloud cry you no more, be wind, and sigh for these lies.... Tomorrow bec- omes covered. When last night turned into future's....weeve Adam has a pet snake. Eve grows fruit trees Lovers form one One heart cleaved....fabrics been dyed, now, on my loom I silently weave, my sleeve to my sweat soaked and soiled pillowcase, picture the <there> Secret naked ferocious fire angel <is> Think embrace <no> Why ask in liquid belly magic <heaven> Change self desire <fool> Explore the ghost dazzle <only> of sister night <the> Perhaps from eternity <silence> Question two <of>. Wear this long vast hand picked lie <matterless> stiff lust <space> Have free caramel <and> After wild perfuming <the> your soft star lip blush <lack> yesterday <of>Dance home <awarenes> let us drink life in an old coffee cup <and> Sacrafice the green velvet book of poetry <spoken. For the fever deep throb of blind decay <dreamers> I no longer pray What's the point? No one would hear these words but me anyhow you see ? only what they let you +.+.+