Stoned in this bath and you melt

Lavender smashed petals slick

Every tanker spilt now

Does not ground bird flight

As you

Not noticing lines as you biting

Your apple actually the wet core

There is skin not flesh and thinking-

Green skin too loose a precision

Chemical moves around our laughing

A sticker some grocer abjects in code

In variance of small lines- On its apple

Your naked as the sticker consumes to

O nakedness clearly lines consummated

There is a man-name                       John

That loves still a man-name         Dana

Long before you enter in this bath

And old grass- that wind still beaus

Still grass blows and there is space

There is a terrible thing in apple eating

While your prospect is still before me