(several entirely separate ideas)
In the light i can see now
that I'm still in control, I
can zoom out and admire your breath
on my bare shoulders, in this pale morning
I take snapshots to frame cooly
behind glass.
At the zoo you can see
the great cat that paces a path into the edge
of the grass and what you expect
me to do now is compare myself
to the pathetically reduced majesty, but really
I identify with the grass.
Signs of Madness:
I want to see the world in primary colors
like on an ancient tired TV-
rub me with buttercups and I can almost
believe it is sunlight.
Pull the pits from ripe avocados-
sucking noises, oily knobs of wood.
I want smooth green skin, I wish
I could understand what it is you are telling me
but counter clockwise seems to be
the only way to go these days-
and you are standing still.
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