Samvana

Pink 6 Black Tux
      We trammel glades of glass, steel,
                                          crystalabras
                           pinstriped trovescapes
       as richly, we flick a tress
            and totterprance on leopard stilts.

                     - erstwhile -

Scrabbles on a red dust range
Scrapping cans, bin-to-bin
Scraping scars on iron viper fields,
                                                          sharpened rust
        thorn sliced
        flesh ribboned
                                   for one day's dank bowl of
                                                grey paste and gristle.

                           >but<

We, blinded by these baubels
shamble comfortably
              'round  blythe acres,
              dream grubbing.