in progress from fractured burps

Opening the Eyelid
(for David Rattray)


ripped by rum and oranges


we’ll picnic here


there’s no difference


between homecoming and going


God’s whiskers on Jesus skin


I have an inside to my outside


fireflies in a leaf filtred limelight


thereby fulfilling a prophecy


every moment empty space shines 


bathtub rings


I think of your children in spacesuits

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