fission vision


fission vision ( noisiv noissif )

the ants within my pants

only prance & dance at funerals

      masks are the mark

      of the muzzled in the dark

cheese is a god

& chocolate is a goddess

      odd socks rule

      school is guff ‘n’ gruel

sixty six sugars

in my tea or cappuccino

      i’ve yet to reinvent

      the hamster wheel or trouser press

hope is leverets larking

on a feathered daze in april

      & my last home planet

      had two thousand moons – too

( we’ve got so much in common )