By methods by Greece alongside Africa, and Love was Hawaiian.
I appear to myself, eating a tuna salad, unaware of
how it
occurred. I disappear from self, a can of ant spray,
dialoguing with
doves—
hypothetical happiness, aging roughly, something in
his brains. I
never asked. I discovered it.
I smoked a cigarette on Boardwalk. (Rebuke!)
We ate loquats. Kids and lemons. Running aside sugarcane.
We pitched nectarines, adored fantasies, curious
concerning romances.
Upon a gateleg, trying to have good times, watching
roaches.
Too many bugs, swatting mosquitos, gazing at
television, had to
give it a break. (It breeds!)
—topaz existence, the gut goes deeper, a giggle means
something
Different—so Inappropriate!
