Daisies of the Free

Signs are merging and melding and demonry is about to go fullblown.  I breathe the knowledge of the French countryside into my melting lungs.  I find you fresh, Phillipe.  I find you devout, Jean Paul.  Every letter of the law is there for you. When you are done, wash it away.  Find me in the garden with daisies in my hair.  I hold a book to my bossum.  It is the chicanery of VanGogh years ago.  It has too much mercury.  Your eyes are what my brain cells need.  You are muse 53.  I will devour you with a sheer sheet underneath your feet.  You are the mystery.  Together we are history.  Confabulation is every nation.  Be sweet and do what you need.  Even the horses have started to scare me.  Funny things are not around me.  Comedy is for when I have found me.  Angels in the architecture, there are none.  Be careful to always carry a gun.  Alone in your studio, I take down my bun.  Constables need to stay away.   They terrify me today.