I have a collection
of cool explosions,
rocketfire dust in a bottle of blue
I have a collection
of cool explosions,
rocketfire dust in a bottle of blue
Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you? Where are you?
(I’m naming names. There’s no
other way to get a conviction.)
I went from sunshine to a purple forest.
To loves undeep and loves untrue.
A chilly destiny!
Ruined digits, waxy eye,
leafy stone, milky thigh –
Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Sue –
violent loves in a violet
violet hue
The funny thing (who’s laughing?)
is how many wrong turns it takes
(and in the right order)
to weep the same way every time
And tip my bushel
basket again