from Siam
i ordered jam
blackberry and ginger
put it on my toast, and dreamed of
the east
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from Siam
i ordered jam
blackberry and ginger
put it on my toast, and dreamed of
the east
The East
urns dripping tall
with rose kiss, hug berry
and mint starry night swirl -- you'll love
next Fall.
next fall
we'll head elsewhere
Paris, maybe, to walk
along the Seine, or Venice's
canals
canals,
filled to bursting
with springs heavy downpour,
curl among hills fraught with tender
new green
New green
along the banks.
Or perhaps we'll read Yeats
in Washington Square, while doves coo
hopeful...
hopeful...
wizard believe
you can cast a spell and
change these unlovely stones into
beauty
beauty
draws me nearer
not to you but your mind
you may be white, black or brown
or dun
or dun
or tan or sand,
all these colours that are
neutrally bound by the spectrum
of light
Of light,
that sparkles in
the eyes of an ardvaark.
Smitten by jams; subway horns and
moon jazz.
moon jazz
saxophones blare
a mournful wail into
a dark lunar night.... will you dance
with me?
with me
she came to the
discotheque but soon left
to dance with an old sickly man
My God!
My God!
What was with that?
She disapproved of your hat?
Your tie? Your hairstyle? What was she
thinking?
thinking
about your gait
makes me stagger like a
drunk who had sipped love from your eyes
wholesale
wholesale
from the beds of
drowzy flower petals,
reserved seeds of good intent as
compost
compost
spread all over
the cemetery was
nothing but the blood and flesh of
flowers