Relic, I cannot cut my way
By Tola Sylvan
making love dangling
beneath a pink parachute
of an interested asp. yawn!
i was all predicament
a small point of nothing
orgastic
then i am standing outside
your love and it divides
into three neat tent flaps:
lily, lilac, orange. Circus
and carousel careen
and the clown is always
buttoning up a meaning.