Aluminum dropped from the skies in tune to Monsanto’s lies who make corn to fill our engines and resist the metals grown into our ears driven cell-free to hear my lover’s heart beat pulsating next his thoughts tend to chores none his own rather bellied-up for the corporation whose text I’ve learned well and sing silent on tip toes to work a jam in the rugged park Chreis Vier.
Clean air blue skies clear waters sparkling silver flounder peachy marmored mermaids stocky muscled warriors bronzed on timber lusting through my virgin veins in silky wedded sheets of bambus covers – this I dream and create in thought to live a life a human can in twilight with the smallest sprout I find at Migros-City.
I’ve cut the Wireless and switched-off the i-pod to see first hazel juice upon my child’s tugged-up Barbie in plastic legs around my stockings bent to cobra cows of arching dogs in sunny Florida on a hot sandy strip of scotch.




