Saturday, January 03, 2015

as the green sky sets forth
fountains of yelling women
you live your life in a dream
everything is what it seems

and butter spread biscuits
are tumbling down from a scene
of too many silly wisdoms
and cattle and oceans and cream

alight upon the born angel
bewildered and jackaled and grey
beware the form fitting dresses
whose eyes are not swept away

free yourself now and tomorrow again
the endless quest for atomic renewal

free the prisoners who slept on cold beds
their mornings like night their days like weapons

again and again and again and again
remember the streets where the streetwalkers walk