A blue bus

A blue bus of red Indians
are dragging along a Greek God
and all that they touch becomes.

Angels and dogs protected by a cactus
drink whiskey and marrow
and hammer away on a cross.

Opened back alleys and closed chests
garnished with white feathers, a lizardskin
is what they want to raise to the sky:
‘Give a microphone, expose to the Eye’

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