Poem 3,604

Rent asunder
By dozening coves
The many speckled landscape
Barks an angry hand,
As demon spotted berries
Pupil out from fat, buckled bushes,
The Dewlark makes a black hole in the
Sky and serenading dawn breaks like
A bugle through the bleeding countryside.

And I in the middle of my universe,
Representing several echoes, out of a
Dream comes my dozing, LSD mind to crack
The truth of love over 
A glistening cup of tea.