God-Skin

The exhaust of a sacred viaduct 

captured on a turntable with one gulp.

 Skim the daisy-

 a swallow of the moon 

and the surface of the starry sky. 

We all seek and wander, 

dream of a vast array of sensations,

and travel at the speed of a comet’s tail flap;

the blink of a poem. 

My consort is a glass of Merlot

lush with perky tits. 

So, peel and eat the god-skin. 

Swallow the earthly sediment,

eat the daisy and repeat.

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