Why did the hoot scoot
move over the parchment
at the treble clef piano
when you mentioned the lengths
and breadths human’s would
swim too move a mountain
To gaze upon the amazon’s
Flowers fullfing the cracks
With papers Fluer de lyes
jumping the queues
to ride ashen winged lion
that sugared its toungue
on the red barn’s roof.
.
I meet a man who once held me up
to historic blossoming trees
whilst saying it will be ok pan
The smoking pipes matched
The marching bands buried
Faces in Moral code studying
Entombed in Monet weather
On twine the art they cradle
Crossed arms of four docks
with blotted collars
.
Webbed feet of how the present
Is a ladder filled with those
Caught spying on earth.
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