There is not a word to write
of anything but sun...

My mother never told us who she loved,
but packed us off to school each sun cracked dawn...

This is quite a lie,
so unfurl the flesh...

O-
it aches...

I walk another dollhouse street,
and at the centre of that black desert road...

PRE-POEM NOTE: This is a sarcastic poem about what...
All join hands...

*VERSION 1- Secular
There is a choice...

I a good borrower space.
just a body...

Nymph of the plaited tresses,
your eyes gleam like garnet honey...

From stale mouth, I mutter, “How honeyed!”
and lumber shamefully away...

Root yourself
just like a tree...

The day punched me like a thug.
In the blinding white canteen...