You are time.
I can paint you secondly nonewith hot breath and butterfly strokes.
You are being commissioned.
Your dusky colour a flutter
and you look like an eye.
Your thighs quicken in me.
Spin vinyl slick.
Press PLAY again!
Crowssswoop the crest of Devil Rock.
On windy hill a whole eon spent.
This is Saturday, the Planet.
Try to win, first over the line,
raining through every time.
1992
© MARCO MOONE 2008
