Body Art

midday is floating by
         shifting thin odoured fog


of pungent marks on the air
         looking at the herd of vermin


still; permanently resting on snow white carpets
         freckled with spurted Merlot


ragged clitoris and genitalia
         pleasured by a fond scissor
   

how lowly yet pretty they are
         in their emerald hues of greed and mold


i can feel the midday laughter
         hard and cold and

so hot
         tousles my lungs in laughter winds


blades painting the
         fate of my talented stroke


bending my will, to a snap
         there there, my little experiment,
                                    i am merely a body artist

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Certainly made me giggle... those darn Gremlins are everywhere causing havoc.