Torn

Torn like the text
distant, dagger,
twisted, dead.
Fly Boy Flew,
Chicken, Turkey
stuff sour left
you basted
bitter, split open
raw boned
in a stew.

Torn tops
Corona,
a twisted lime
of sour lemon
bitter beers
The Buoys Bobbed
down and kissed
That Worldly
Jet Packed Arse.

Torn,
ripped asunder
as rapids fall and
water splinters an
icy Cascade brew.
Torn
The Potent Witches,
dark cavern sticky
a cackling cauldron of
Perfect Molasses.

Bye, Fly,
Running worldly
outer limits
scene, seen, sea and go Two
Your Outer Space,  Moon
when tears of salt
that matter more
are met
In  side, in hearths
of heated alchemy,
The Pure Nature
Untorn Gold