DREAM BUNIONS
welcome sinners
to my smiles & hugs
in mauve apologetic corridors
with foggy time in hand
borders tweezed
imperfect as a postilion
& sometimes perched
in meagre beards
above the buying traffic
one hundred tongues
as party time flies up
the anabatic routes
with shiny little fuses
or less of mortal gumption
& servicing an in-plant
skin reviving force
but mostly in tired glands
sinister as buckets
for a ribald spume or
those puce criss-crossed lips
in fuel patterns coming /
ruling cartilage
with fossil teeth
all traipsing out of town
residuum & basking
though I cannnot baulk from
shucking paths & keel love
along my time dividing
plastic tendrils out from
each tidy glut
of infant fingers
pulling strings
all those wishing
drear & dreich
to lean in island rancour
poised in souls
all blessed / all blessed
in each dream gibbon
arms raised so & set
with forty lucent dolls
their little faces
glossy & quite rare
with blue injections charming /
resting necks quite lovely
& flying gobbets of the sun
with all the usual hair
to lift & care for all my sons
with each and every flesh
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