Is that why men walk in the rain without hats
Without umbrellas? Because they are peeling back to skin.
Oxytoxic in the elemental shifts, they are Lazarus slick
In the sideways slanting bucketloads and fumes.
Love, can do that. Alcoholic nuances, dark thoughts
Creamed in a rich melange of confusion
Peppered along the heath’s edge are such blades
Toiling along with unknown purpose- whilst all around
Limbic stars grind and wink
With siren precision.
Waiting to be satiated.