I
hope for magic eyes, and drumbeat reason, and logic
anchored
in intellect; for times are medium blue, to
witness
sheer dysfunction, ever to yearn for something
normal.
Here’s an orchid, to pluck for caution, a hand
wrought
in eczema. So peer into turquoise skies, ever
a
misty rose, despite an olive green feeling. So much
is
drab, a shifty conversation, where pain is paved; and
ceilings
crack, to pour for rain, a puffy peach dream. I
love
you like visions, and sea red whales, an image
rooted
for mind. We reach for thistles, to breathe for
petals,
a wish to double for life. I’m aqua-pearl, for
diamond-blue,
to chant a beige river. It’s a bit abstract,
alive
a heart, watching for sleepers.
I
see for love, a wild obsession, a swan enlove with prose;
and
more a guitar, filled with motion, and tropical beauty.
So
here’s a turtle, to trek a moon, despite a terrible dream;
and
give to churn, and churn to live, staring at an avatar.
