In the coffee Kingdom of Costa the one eyed poet is Laureate.

 

This side of heaven armed with only a steak pie

Whispers around the world as sunset melts into twilight

 

14 cows gifted to 5th Avenue

The darkness-loving mermaid rises from the surface, knows

It’s time to rise to the light

 

Out of beef, smoke rings circle the world

Orange flesh licked by thirsty acolytes, weeping wounds sucked dry

Gaia surfaces, sees her slashed swimsuit and Donald

Fishing from his blow up dollar.

 

Psychic automatism after rains and startled crows with hangnail dreams

Bosch nailed the boredom of his life into the filing cabinet.

 

The Gods of Zoom smile on us on this balmy Indian Summer's Eve

The darkness-loving mermaid rises from the surface, knows

It’s time to REACH the light.