Nill Ye Will Ye

When hole

in chest turns green,

 

that breathless expansive

reeling

feeling –

 

burns with woos

panic ensues.

 

Impassionate leanings

so weighted percussive –

heart striking & protrusive

 

held captive by methods

solicitous restive

lugubrious eruptive

 

mind-boggling

& intrusive.

 

Swinging swinging

high on hive

as the sticky wind, mills

saints alive –

 

Sharp edge

of fissure, lip & flue 

some way some day!

 

through devious freedoms

his darling brood-i-ful

skip to the loo –

 

Oppose the rocking, horse ?

the bent the rent

the wild & the cooked, 

 

panics’ sweet & deviant

hungers! teeming leaping

luminous bloodsuckers

 

wiggers chiggers 

traffickers, crooks ?

 

Beauty’s rogue economy

truth-or-dare –

 

with beautiful beasties

whose every other word,

I swear!