Auckland, New Zealand
words words the wonderful fruit
wherever you look
they are leaping over seashells
to get you.
swift-word gulls fly over tropical punch sea
& sunk in acrylic skin
stationery shop colour squeezing fingers
skin liquid on your palm
illusory necks are laid to the guillotine
while French wood weeps humidity
in long orange manes.
The New Testament Trumpets safe sex
for teenagers from a van gogh
things are nebulous around me.
is this a story I tell in some
4 lines of nothing transposed to 3
short sentences denoting an absence
of 2 phrases of a made-up language
describing 1 hallucinatory holocaust!