WHAT WAS IN THAT BREAKFAST CEREAL

CHICKEN LIVER,

FRAGILE MOON,

RED HOURS DRIPPING INTO THE WHIP OF SWOONING GROOMING ,

GUARDED SENTRY,

TIME SWALLOWED IN FLIGHT

HOVERS STINGING WITH ITS DELICATE MURDER OF YEARS

VOLCANIC VICES EXPLODE SPILLING PARTISAN CROWDS UPON FLAILING RUBBER LIMBS

EXPRESSO SEX

DRESSED IN THE COAT OF SURPRISE

MIRRORS CRACKED IN CHILDHOOD BLINDNESS

SLIPPING ON THE FROZEN MOTHERS HEART-

MY HAND DISSAPEARS IN THE MIST SHAPED HARVEST

I THROW THOSE BORROWED LIPS ON TO THE FIRE 

LOOK EVEN NOW THEY BEG FOR GOD,S KISS

AND I WONDER WHAT WENT MISSING 

I WALK SLOWLY AS NOW BRITTLE IN YOUTH MY BONES CREAK FOR ANSWERS

 HOLDING HANDS WITH COLD MARBLE -STONES ,MOSS COVERED IN MEMORY

MELTING ROADS AND RAINBOWS- 

HORROR SHOWS AND SWEET SWEET TIMES

MY FIRST QUESTION TO GOD -

WHAT WAS IN THAT BREAKFAST CEREAL