DAN DIAMOND Adventures in The Skin
Trade 3rd draft
(cento after Charles Plymell)
Sleeping under street lights
Occasionally car seats
That's what nurtured this skin
I uncomfortably sit in
Skin loosely flooping air
hisses through meaningful holes
Called by some cheloidal scars
Meanwhile. ..
Quotidian sticks up its head as it
tends to do
Saying hi, how are you the weathers
nice and o my you're thinner
Perversely I have it in me to reply
I am the cook
I am the walrus
But I decide not to reply
and know that I am
the farmer of the rainbows
Feeling under the skin of the cook or the walrus
Searching about in secret chambers
made by unknowing bees wait, can it be ?
In the volcano
beyond the waters of Vanuatu
The worker ants no longer see
-the grand design, from being
underground too long
Their nearsightedness only improves
alchemy
Soon they will be able
to channel a human heart
I cultivate another skin
One that looks more like me
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