Day: August 19, 2024

Remote on Mars I sucked my thumb

I wandered lonely as a crowd

That shredded sex, that sieved the ales

Then all at once I owned a cloud

It soaked the coast with daffodils

Around the cake beneath the fleas

Spluttering  and groping.all our knees

Continuous as a face of  lines

That wrinkles as it come to mind

Chewing upon a Milky Way

God  creates  never-ending light

To help the rabbits have their play.

Ten Saracens saw I at the dance

Shivering and shaking with nuance.