Poem: The Vine
The Vine — A VirusHead Poem All this talk of trees, on and on for the phallic market Strategies of an oily snake for leafage sales (once his hanging Globulars were taken). Sublime awareness must be more Than a petty lesson from a parent uncomfortable With the shape of fruition, death more complex Than effect catalyzed by theft of figgish ‘apple’, or … Lest we ruin another ancient secret, the swords still whirl. But there was a gift, a scion,…