strict deadline
i wish you led my life
promise me you will one day!
a coastline you may endure
a trip to end of line
we live in lovely time
rising and falling and rising again
every gorgeous morning lucky over and over
the dawn is welcomed by the masts of tallest ships
on mysterious horizons over fathoms of brine
the rosiest dawn of all unclothed in her innocence
exotic birds we have never heard
we move back still in camera but focus pulling away
we open doors and let out the entities within
we walk into freshly painted rooms still smelling of the sea
a garden apartment near all amenities
in garden beds my rain has fallen
in garden paths my steady tread foot upon inch
winding up in the spare room wilderness upon the stairs
we emptied the cake of icing
we imagine a room with love
and the tawdry bits were like a scripture unto me
how the holiest honey mixes with the dirtiest wine
nevertheless morning arrives with all responsibilities
bring on the voices calling our names
bring on the fingers dialling the numbers
bring on disinformation all jumbled and muddled
we flee from the sea
and once on the land
we grow bills and problems and great webbed lies
we turn into creatures at once blessed and forbidden
with our fortunate disguise become loathsome to touch
we line up in queues to enter the city
avenues of palms and mirrors and stone
we disperse within crowds and mingle quiet as cactuses
we trim the dim shambles and cascade into jobs
some of us hammer the golden elastic thimble for royal occasion
some of us wean the flowers from sunlight and earth
some of us glean the meanings of moon madness
that drives man to seam
how we bursting out of our dream
some of us tong the great clock of eternity with clappers of stick
we attend the university of nonchalant (sic)
in all of the languages that can be taught real quickly and thick
april is gone now her branches lie crushed
her mantras are unspoken now on mays velvet breast
on mays sleek cold back go rushing like fever
in mays solemn kiss that taste of winter smoke
in mays fragile hands the stiffening buds of dope
in mays orphaning gaze
the stare goes on for days
we align with scope intact
in the middle of next week in fact
our records indicate your speeding soul upon imprint
the delay you expected was indefinitely permanent
the harlequin in thin memory
columbine of my interior territory
this travesty of world contains traces of cocaine oil
this crime you were assessed for paid for in jail or mail order
our people unite in their differences to form one great snake
we writhe up the trees to the stars until the limbs break
we wracked and ruined upon the glowing bones of the truth
we sacked and crashed on the ash of black monday
citadels emptied of tributes
the candles unburned as if apollo himself feels personally spurned
i turned this whole thing around with a sound
my thoughts too big for my head
my head too late to catch on
and
the shock when the ride suddenly ends
