I gave this dream to a color
a swelling and pouting easter
cotton on my heart
synthesizing the wind
and damn near everything else
went pastel or rained down
onto itself.
this job is a blessing
I can now afford those fruits
drink tables
ginko biloba with purpose
smile at your back
acknowledge the traits
that make you a dog person
that make me a cat person.
I'll have to wait for spring
for the beach to brisé
and rib out from its sun flowered dress
before I can brush my freshly shaven face
against the plum of her belly
until my beard grows back
in stubble and then wool
and I am an unwelcome
creep show spider market
where you say hello
and I blow you a black widow
and you can see it
transfixed in the air
like a lazy eye.
