through the bloody wormhole door
won't to go to the mother-ship for more

fit into the organic shell suit divine
to skeleton the legs of a body design

until the gooey butterfly's wings unfold
the fluttering free-spirit may not hold

how oiled and fragile the ocean folk grow
crustaceans, blue whale & the man-o-war show

of the tilting earth's turbulent nightmare
breaking open the shells feels so unfair

land and water life gutting the storm
on a bouncy journey to the next wormhole

forced into the intestine tube tunnel
extruded out as through a brown rubber funnel

to live on the moon with a purple red sky
clumping about with 3 stumps and an eye








5.0 9/6