Us, in a universe where
the colour of haze is plague
And an ooze of pomegranate scent distils a caprice of comets.
Here’s a voucher for a reckoning,
which is a sugar of terrors
the draughts of a house which are its abstinence.
There’s no biggest wonder than volcano’s poultice,
dense lore passed on from hip
to hip in macarena mutters.
Whose fault may be this cheerfulness?
the utterings of a mouth,
chewing its own hollow.
The universe is a trap of carbs & stardust
& family situations gone all pear-shaped,
better wrap them all up in silence.