Once I had a sueno verde in it we walked on the grass
verde raindrops verde puddles verde leaves and verde glass
in my green dream we wandered
over dale and hill
in my green dream your green eyes seemed
so telling soft and enigmatic,
distant, idiosyncratic
lucid questioning and dreamy
what a curious flowing feeling
green to grey and freely flowing
back again, your soul was showing
for a moment, in the green!
It fled upon sight, it's been
flighty and flaky just like you
when you agreed to meet me, from the blue
and nearly passed out in my arms
and vanished, with all of your charms
and neurological narratives, barely alarme
All we're waiting on is you
to traverse that gaping maw
hopscotch through the murky mire of your self-doubt and your flaws
you are indolent and stare as though I caught you unaware
while all around the rain hums soothing deeply soothing puddles and the pale pink curtain flutters in the steely fragrant air
bring it up to eye level, peer over the rim of your teacup twitchy spider in your coffee, drowning in your shit-black coffee still smells vigorous and burnt.
Someday I'munna learn you a lesson, not a seminar on nuclear physics nor the crunch of cracking oil nor a mechanism involving vats of acrid acid fumes. It's not thermodynamic bu
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Andrew, you're in a bind
you tried to commit but they're not inclined
toward patients or patience toward boys
who protest the marketing ploys...
Outside the window reeling drunks
skateboard philosophers and streetpunks
ride the shimmering concrete
mirages dance beneath their feet;
Andy you're ruining the spines
of half-read books, unwritten lines
meander through your drowsy mind
between sunbeams hiding on your face
the published papers in the fireplace
the bourgeoisie has lefts its trace
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have you left a quarter tip
MAKE ME DANCE I WANT TO SURRENDER
to a waltz composed of Erhlich dyes
lethal organisms wake wide-eyed
glance around disintegrate alone
I compose helical poems
in a barstool lemon-smile
pink and yellow flowers at my side
All I'm waiting for is you
white powders dusting my fingers
notes dissolving in microcrystalline
lattices crawl into my skin
oh if you touch me you can catch it too
if you touch me you will smell the metallic earth beneath your feet
it's catching and I am suggestible as the walking shadows on the street.
With ease infinity contained within a single sigh
you raised your eyes to watch the migrants fly
across the sloppy plaza with the police at their heels
they scattered in their aprons and their tears
in Arizona stands an little barbed wire fence
it's standing in the desert for our own defense
the migrants try and offer work, survival, tips
instead they take our healthcare; on the annular eclipse
I stare into the violet sun's rim and I look away
a Mexican face haloed in my cornea remains
the costumes may be singed but let's head together south
to Rio from this pouring rain, a private train compartment
through the windows
A vast and endless tideline said:
prescience lies beyond the dock
where water-striders fear to tread
and algal blooms yawn to talk:
There is no water to be had
amongst protean flowers
where caught among the lily pads
live out your final hours.
The dead sea shortcut caught us all
by virulent surprise
by green horizon on your face
green shadows in your eyes
No mechanism to trace these things
catch moths and bargain for wax wings.
Evade Breughel's green-oiled sea
to perch on cemetery tree
between green foliage, recline
and watch the earth and stars align.
Back in class I sat behind you
paper snow caught in your hair
the professor had to scold you,
turned one-eighty in your chair.
Leaning round to see the chalkboard
I would huff and hush and glare
while you plowed quite undeterred
Cheshire grin, real debonair.
Green eyes gazing in buret glass
held enchantment for me then
your own sparkling blues asked
questions I missed time and again.
Well, two years I guess have wandered
past in post-communiqué
all the while we've meandered
laughed once at a dim soiree.
I suppose wavering bridges
are our swing set, and the ice,
full of silver lurid riches,
comprises a complex d
"Just as in dreams when the night-swoon of sleep "
I cannot summon myself up to dream
of meadows, lavender and asphodel
between the winding mist of Lethe, steep
a steaming cup of chloroform-laced tea.
Delicate roses on a silver chain wind round my wrist in blue-white blooms
the silver glistens in the morning light
though it is night, ticking into the night. I grasp the lithe moth
moth composed of light, solely light and nothing tangible
I feel it brush my icy fingers, warmth
and flooding grassy light stains my cold hands.
A moth's
wings paint
crop circles in
white sand,
the ocean wails and welters, worries, winks and chee
"All charges paid, bloated, blue and putrescent,
water draining out through both cold nostrils "
Concrete had been laid down before
between the impenetrable wood
and temperamental sea, which stood
and lapped a placid sandy shore
but now a patchwork gravel floor
twisted ahead; pursued by wasps
and unicorns and wingless ghosts
chased by an unearthly host
by buzzing and by dreadful noise
we ran at last into the sea
entered unto that secret keep:
of swirling anemones and venomous whorling coral
collarfishes, all colored fishes plants and protists, and the plankton
phyto-green and thriving in shallow waters in the yellow sun
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