I pay my fare to tender slumber and ascend and get caught
between gravitational strands of unconsciousness.
The silken candyfloss turns into spiders,
the universe is green, how I want you green
two tigers prowl clockwise like yin and yang.
I saw the back of your head and said hello to you
but you were not you in the end.
In dreams, money is not the same. I pay for ice cream
with fragile laughterlets: if they are red they
are worth two scoops. A boy opens his quaint chest
of beads - three will buy him a lock of his lover’s hair;
the rise and fall between her eyelashes, or a ride back to earth.
I saw the back of your head and said hello to you
but you were not you in the end.
Two girls on rollerskates glide concentrically
and they look like carnal swans. The stars are drunk.
I push them over and they smash like china and the
universe is broken. I am manic with ardent silence.
I saw the back of your head and said hello to you
but you were not you in the end.
between gravitational strands of unconsciousness.
The silken candyfloss turns into spiders,
the universe is green, how I want you green
two tigers prowl clockwise like yin and yang.
I saw the back of your head and said hello to you
but you were not you in the end.
In dreams, money is not the same. I pay for ice cream
with fragile laughterlets: if they are red they
are worth two scoops. A boy opens his quaint chest
of beads - three will buy him a lock of his lover’s hair;
the rise and fall between her eyelashes, or a ride back to earth.
I saw the back of your head and said hello to you
but you were not you in the end.
Two girls on rollerskates glide concentrically
and they look like carnal swans. The stars are drunk.
I push them over and they smash like china and the
universe is broken. I am manic with ardent silence.
I saw the back of your head and said hello to you
but you were not you in the end.
