chinese flower tea
ink, watercolor and coffee on cardboard
7" x 4"
the smell of grounds for a mistake
pungent chicory and cedar flake
sweet to the touch, sweet on the lip
poison gets you down the line at stake
hide in a mountain, or her hip
there is no way in to give the slip
bracketed hunger and desire
writing out punctuated flesh scrip
green leaves floating inside your tea
the fates have paced your grassy lea
clouding your vision with salt-fire
a honey-fly stinging like a bee
no water-world can quench the pyre
carnal thoughts quiver, shake and perspire
passing moments like tadpoles teem
beautific, haloed, stagnant and dire
you are caught in a rushing stream,
sapped of strength, you give in to ache.
In a Word: daddock
In a Book: Dark Matter- Philip Kerr
In a Song: Like it or Not- Architecture in Helsinki
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