Cars dashing princess
Ask her a sunrise question
A golden answer

Along the pavement, still wet from her tears
I glide mouth open collecting these tiny spheres
A window open, while locks of hair part revealing a face
Pale!, with all the signs of a saddening race

Out-of-control pace I turn back just in that space
Of slippery steps which quicken the race
In consoling her, a lovely face!, if only
A spiral blue staircase would appear at the curtain-base

Crossing the train tracks
Hit in the face with love paint
Smiling crackle kiss

Here we sit together in a park
Of splendid rumors
A dawn of turbulence bathed in
The glamorous shine of scandal
Yes indeed we have heard stories
Apart from each other we consider
A silent jewel to be an
Accomplice to the nature of
Ambiguity

You must think I disassemble my personality
To ****** a blue foam
A trickle fire erupting its
Blossom water on the edge
Of my nose
We have argued to speak no longer
Of a cuddling electric sea friend
Unless we are under the fragile net
Of sleep draped with angelic murmur
Watching in ***** position I
Helped the sun turn our
Arrangement into attractive dust
Dust however will be left

Not to chase across infested
Roads
Yet counting how many particles
Explode the roofs off an
Unappreciative town
One by one and with all that
Is familiar with the multitude
Of destructive glory
Fashioning a farewell sigh and
Letting our hands tremble
Ten stories above our rhyme
We cursed the wind leaving
A mystery drowning

Satin explosion
Girlfriend feel the fireworks
Hug like dynamite

Dream unions celebrate
Fantastic communion for a
Strange orbital beauty
Which punctures the stitch
Of familiar reality and fortifies
Faith in the unknown

Like a dark-blue angel I walk these streets asleep
Spilling water-thoughts for my sky-blue girlfriend
And with much ease splashing about a serious desire
To express the fluidity in my style of loving her

With her pale-white precious face of a place
Upon that space the moon introduced a sister-image
And in winter’s name with delicate snow-like fame
Dressed my lover’s hands in white cotton gloves