October 20, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry Leave a comment Redbush and China Red bush and china Mark my morning ablutions With red and blue bushes of flowered Petal-type of longitudinal ecstacy As I flight along a path for the right mover To be able to make it all over the town With their right hand down And left up, full throttle, with the wind On my face from the blast of the storm of dust From my micro-light against the props of the Forlorn type called the rentboy for slim pickings I wonder: do they all try and stop when they are About to die? Or do they all control it into a deathspin of rotational Anger and visciousness? Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...