a descent (rotorua)

 the granite and amethyst throat

passageways of ravens and signs

life out on a sour soda pop note

sick flesh desirious to be an orange peel

you got me like a fresh boned hooked fish

swirling absinthe round the prisonous belly

in some orchid devouring castaway fish

waiting for hades in a lullaby mall

waiting for fresh new eyes and paua

shells,and hellbound cells for drawing

recollected memos and porcipine dreams

to just expell the money lenders and let fell

these gideon beams ive been holding too long

up for you as if im a wreck and rumble hercules

i want to read desade in a pernicious laugh

and wake up in hell to wake up to know

ill wake up myself