Green

 

Sapling heart you are too green

Lay your hand here where the electric purges itself

let my ancient neutrality ginger your innocence

Sin is not a concept but a blend

Inhale it, breathe it out again

You can barely help yourself stuffed inside this bubble

Like vended organisms prostituted for some deity’s pleasure, still I say

Never regret anything that made you smile

Precious few, there are movements you can not see

listen with your skin

Where the soft surge begins

Sizzle, sizzle

The coin pops in and recalls its

Preferred taste of the day

Rolls over on its back

stares at the ceiling

and swims

the clock starts ticking

the future freshly slaughtered

the roll of the skull brings only different colors

smashed one upon the other like a Dalian mystery, clinging

sound of a million hopes endlessly tangled, strangely dyed

given over to the curing of the present

the sludge of sap rides the second

like salmon returning semelparous, creating ripples and rings

we touch

only this counts

now

now

ageless be

your freedom contracted, maintained

where humanity is its most vulnerable

leave the milk on the doorstep, collect the empty bottles

take the paper and tie it fast where all the

recycled bits of us dream of heaven

that virginal dance unclaimed