Diane Cluck Mundane & Its Mystery
sucked into the mundane & its mystery
sixteen-petalled flowered upholstery
where've i been ?
well, i've been here for hours
bleeding into patterns of flowers...
( quietly the night came marching in to greet them )
when those seams open up
go in , go
yellow, wide, open up
go in, go
shades of honey bees
black and golden yellow
sway like honey bees
black & golden yellow
yellow, yellow...
