Thou —by Gardiner M. Weir my love is like a mundane exposition that sprouts and sprouts and sprouts propagating buds like tissue cultured crowngall on the backs of my eyelids a loaf of bread. van goghian scabs erupt in sin and pseudopodic strings of pearls chasten her funnel tapered phallop on the back of my eyelids a flask of wine. play on in your cubic muse stars play on for meteors dip their tails of fire in nucleic acid beds nighted on the back of my eyelids a book of verse. electron transfer systems chase the hydrogens along in terminal oxidations a carotene an ascorbate and cytochrome forsee the doom on the back of my eyelids thou!   Copyright © 2004 Gardiner M. Weir Page last updated 21 Feb 2006 Van Gogh Starry Background & Ireland's OWN Logo by Míchealín Ní Dhochartaigh Copyright © 2006 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.