I see your taint eyes

Like a tranquilizer at night

Cool ocean breeze

And swarms of bees

 

Your cold black ovals

Eyes squinting at me

Hearing your accent

A puke of innocence

 

Your black reversed letters

Commanding P’s

Your voice ringing bells

And alarms forgotten

 

Suicide phone calls

And dripping juices

Crimes and borders

Patrols of dinero

 

Thinking of multiples

And your name

Wish I knew it

And had a daisy in my hair

 

Feeling strokes

Wish I knew those folks

Rhyming with hatred

And tired old tires

 

Burnt lungs

And tropical trees

Mothers recalled

I missed the delivery

 

I missed your arms

Hardly knew you

You approached me beneath virgin lights

All I was; was a fashion freak

 

You rise a club

A dish or two

I eat plenty

Of your lost vision

 

 

 

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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