another collaboration

"--" by ian and rose
Cart mart,
ah produce, morning mist - fog is far
burning off
to hell with cellphones, leave technology at the door
and forget who or what bereaves you. I want
to run away.
Car chase phantom rainbow minuet
on the lazy desert mirage blossom
strap the anger to my back and beat it 'til it's gone
away. There is no solace in scars, I make up
how they appeared.
Abnegated flesh - now always
dying the fabric of the after life.
We were dying our clothes red,
dying in spirit, dying as the flesh is weak
dying to try and make it blue.
Ah death of the *noble savage*
screen freeze
electron-gun run again
a run-away train -- cocaine in the brain
a snow man refrain placative milk runs.
Response is measured in error, my sharp tongue spits back angry
words at his manipulative phrases and a dark chasm erupts
in the tomes. I cannot eat sweet marmalade without
feeling sour,
Pleased if I do - sour cream -
nice to meet you
2 nice meat ewes
on the lamb
on the couch
Ice mint flint lock progress (digress, digest, draw &) quarterly
An end of sadness and suffering, feel the dye soften and die in ice.