With a lean of the head to the Northwest,
tilted stance,
handing out tickets.
Stand up and walk.
From all fours,
to twos,
tongue made of black ink
eyes made of wood
dripping words
here
dripping black-ink-taste
down the valleys.
Collecting tickets,
paying fare,
playing fair
reproducing
on fours instead
of twos
with the queerest look
stare
pierce
of sight
that couldn't break
once connected.
Walking a pace
of bark-skin
and bark-bone
quiet as a dog
keeping two-leggers
in heart, in sight,
pass them by.
Day will not do
night will not do
will have to merge the two
Pulling a euphoric
out from
the centre of this
Limbo.
Dissipate!!
Become the stars,
walking across channels
of billions of personalities
obtaining, shopping,
meditating,
transcending personally
or selling it..
comparing,
condoning,
forgiving,
destroying,
masking,
spinning,
ejaculating with a
wild
without shame..
The creature with
wooden skin and
bones
spat ink
in ways
of ways
to hold true
the walking life
of outlines,
a proposal of
outlines
fetched as the spit
that came
from its ink-made tongue.
Grab at ink
ever liquid
what do you hold?
