tundral skin tissue belts the mouth
of me in the consequence of me.
i staple owl-eyes upon wolf paws,
then ask the weary creature,
"DO YOU SEE ME!"
the red of red,canyon soil enfolds
me lungs-ooo i throw open umbrellas
of baritone moans.
case dismissed,the coma with its twist
sweeps the tinsled bells to asylum retorts.
vibrantly vexed-and twould see,if you
beheld shy creature.