" Giants,
hanging off my door
eat, untie the knot
you strung in art,
oil this hinge for me,
in a flashbulb,
the door will swing
deciphering
dauphin syllables
with arrow trimmed toes,
detective tongues
and millimetre ear lobes,
yanked in a pig liver’s weight,
raw for a gabfest day
conceding these
fuzzlusty remains
to steal a blooey thought of you. "

― Henry Virgin , Hot Pink Peach