BLACK LICORICE.
Alexander Micheal Ziperovich
A cerebellum non replacement for the blind deaf dumb,
A heroine making his markers on all the ones that could not be done,
This will be, yes this will be what it will become,
And that is on this divineness earth’s spine,
Right until the vertebra is utterly numb.
Infant’s roars into my ears slivers of shadow,
Imagination does always forbid travel,
Bend the straits and find the refrain,
I saw a red headed prostitute smoking alone in the rain.
Elijah and Isaac, apples in hand,
The wine is new,
no tasteless famine,
Eat, drink, be merry and manage the famished cells that you
Brandish.
