This is my first attempt at a mobius strip. You should be able to start from pretty much anywhere in the poem and read through it. Or at least from the beginning of any sentence. Let me know what you think....
Blue-sky wandering round and
round in my head outside the
mathematical equation for
home. Horses gallop past
my open eyes, my neck like the opposite
of a Grecian bust. Sunken shots
sinking players like windy birds falling in
locomotion, a train spitting
smoke and fire that freezes
the earth. The south pasture has
catfish swimming round and
round like the bearded man across
this space between our lips. I shouldn’t
have kissed him—I did and
it was Good like the creation of
Light. Feels like rum running
off the coast of my bloodstream I see that
we two are so like.
