When hole
in chest turns green,
that breathless expansive
reeling feeling –
burns & woos
panic ensues.
Impassionate leanings
so weighted percussive –
held captive by methods
lugubrious & eruptive.
Swinging swinging
high on the hive
as sticky winds mill
saints alive –
Devious freedoms
all skip to the loops –
luminous bedbugs
traffickers, snoops ?
Beauty’s rogue economy
truth-or-dare –
riot gear revolutionaries
hands up! I swear!