Kit Kelen #854 - coming through the rye

854

coming through the rye

bodies are being found

all over the shop

wake up in one

you know this itch, this ache

warm awash and winter ready

dreamt to here

between the acres of it

with a heigh and a ho

whole world's a crime scene

one beside me in the bed

I pinch myself as well

a headsup

the body is all in your mind

candied, tinned, in aspic

this life is but a flower

in only pretty ring time

bodies are working on each other

lie over the ocean

wear away

should a body?

could I?

in other ovens warming

these are bodies too

and all at sea

someone to watch over

explode into

melt the moment with

we sign a dotted line

and heavenly at times