For Childrens Eyes See

Impatience for my pleasure
emotion clear and tethered
sitting on dead stone
begging life to come

In the season of sunset
laying stars all alone
scars in behavior
in taste savor
sour spinning atom bone

Giving sweet forgotten flowers
hours beyond measure
dry handle friction
blood pump stroke
unhealty burial
balance overcomes
the repressed body

Join in self mutilation
of generations past
whip train mind blown
wise chips and gas

Guiding the bobber
phallic hook
scent bring it home
joined over come
bodily lust
none else to trust
heightened consciousness
implanted tumeric grown
generational conduit
on lips
deepen gust of it
planted a kiss
lustful bliss
talons in love
come
rest
on the tomb that is home.