Voyage to the New World


Apple pie and coffee on the sofa

with violins, poetry, art, passion

and the small table of heartís desire,

four eyes and wouldnít I, or you and we


sense how it rests inside

covered with hammered rust:

consider the beauty:

a key in the forged gate!


Attracted to discover weird insides:

her and the other thing. Or see four hands,

or three when one is stuck, two if entwined,

start eating skin and bones. Pure poetry!