“The boy with his shattered skull stitched
runs his fingers over the bridge
Van Gogh’s rainbow impasto arcs…”

“The boy with his shattered skull stitched
runs his fingers over the bridge
Van Gogh’s rainbow impasto arcs…”
“it’s not good enough for anyone else to hear
just sing and knead and roll and press
my purple pleasure”
by Michael Dechane A yellow tomato comes apart at the seammy knife makes. This skin: how can it holdso well so much? I salt the weeping fleshthat reflects this morning…