I was the happiest accident waiting to happen
Speeding through fallopian visions
Having missed my mother’s lips
enjoying her hips and bones
Mistaken aural pleasure during
the fair’s Annual vist to read seaweed
For the forthcoming semester’s forecast
Allergic to meet and greets
eyes leading to Leaps and bounds
into the water with
Aphrodite origami capsicum
Clock Watching from the beach
where there’s no Slide rule
and your name had All the curb
appeal of aura Borealis
in the cloud laden sky
Of seasonal actually depression.
If only summer could be caught it
Should be rebuilt upon the brow of a
Cliff it was dismantled and moved
From those that can read maps
Caught onto rewinding film locked
In disposable camera watching
The Pouring goose steep jugs
of bombs and if this Drought
Went on any longer eggs
could crack the ground.
The strikes of a gated silo within
Walking distance of a ceiling
With wreaths still to be laid
And phonetic i to be placed
At the tenders engine of a
recorder laying notes of sympathy
Church and cordial slings
fencing awaiting levels and narrative
fading Out of where was the postcard
Of If I had a hotel of course
I’d let you shelter from the rain
with the skeletons for
Those searching for company and
Thinking about the swamp we
Don’t talk about what were
treading in.
