Thursday, May 15, 2014

Waterstill Ponscum Dreaming of Grass

Waterstill under
    Gurgling breeze;
          Turtles
Splayed in the sun
    Fucking under its
                       Rays.  White
Doves dance
           Overhead.
Pondscum dreams of
      One day growing
          Grass.  Grass
    Dreams of growing
           Trees;
                              I dream
           Of you.
You: darkest of
       Alabaster angels
Lover of Nothing,
      Savior of hearts.
Angel of poisoned passion, my love
          Breezes across
                Pond scum
                         Whom
        One day
                Dreams of
                                 Grass.

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