where You,
    ?
sweet lips of green man  lisping dark winds

this winters past,

  where spring breaks ‘pon the snow

a sun to set its distant rings a cadence of moon

and street light to hear it

glow.

    crow!

hark ye,

cawing the mushroom induced magic we who throw ourselves

at the hallway walls

feel so deeply in our bones
that the void is the summary

of everything.

hark ye,

caw further -

the mirror sees me

spotty  

but they all see my hair shine ‘neath the disco light,

that spings as stevie does
in my dreams.

  and i wonder - slowly, we fall ‘neath the covers of our boat

icons

escaping the dark place

to marxist wonderland -

if i can bathe with her, washing me

and all my clothes -

that moment

stands forever   and the waters she cleans with   is the

froth of stars

galaxy

motion

light eternal.

green man, ‘pon this hour break

we who stand smoking on the balcony and shudder, remembering

the trees miss us
deeper.