objective EDEN in augmented Eve object if even
earthen works tease dull detail though baroque
the brushes stroke pigments are pale
saint my wart and do the WORM masquerade
in spiders hair drones flutter in over head
artisans prefer the dead earthen works in dull detail
tender meat unripened FRUIT and no one stops
when kindom garden composure queen lies for painters
eyes do the worming blush or BLEMISH ecstatic in collusion
lies for painters aesthetic superstition
whether in the wonder of an anacondal now
acid rains in ratios as golden as a sacred SOUGH
navel roses pedal secret molehills inner thigh
Daisy chains for skin filets a hula hoop of flies traps
a figure she had cut in leafy lil shade turned to stone
a breast a bone in reach of coiling morel age
what frolic in DISGUISE the show of what she is not is finished
a Segway in sediment a farce in FOSSIL
lying on her ventral side pin body to pan left
alone inside her at last
and to the right a present hatching as small as INSECTS
see sex through magnifying glasses sunset mooning moth
her livid sash and slashes flutter here
to flutter their DISPOSABLE eyelashes
glamour down to the ducts of shrunken painters heads
dripping dyes in agony of their own still lives
oh those cashes radiated they said unto me
“i object in Eden to augmented EVE"