The radio

Therefore

It concludes

With all

Hell

I lit

A cigar

And

The smell of

Jasmine

Wrote

Something

Bleak

In smoke

Like blood

From a

Pricked

Finger

Somehow

Balloons

Have a structure

But their

Surface has no edges

So time

Travels

Round the skin

Of an apple

The eve

Stole

From her fathers

Orchard

And Adam

Smokes

In his suit

Jacket

And sits

With his

Plate of

Lamb chops

If I saw the

Light coming through

The window

It would be

Only for the grace

Of God

And for

The smoke

To fill

The room

I love and am

Loved by the same

Jasmine

That dances

Over the walls

Between

Fences that make good neighbors

Fences

That have tall trees

Between them

So much love

for the light

but still

Adam and Eve

Live alone together

In silence

Only giving love to each

Other and God

And the radio