See the palaces
Swinging on their axis?
Hear the gondolas
Rocking in the sea?
See the horses falling off
The latitudes Beyond Norwegia?
I'll back petal this thought
Of late night.
Learning little in this lesson
Dreaming fire from the floor
In peppermint nothings.
Then you wonder.
And its summer with the
Coke machine humming,
And the night bugs
And the breeze
And the sound of car tires
Grinding up the highway,
Swinging on the moon
In the nightshade.
And the roses bleeding Red
As her blouse spilling open
To the moonlight.
And you die a thousand Deaths as she takes You
Deeper in the dream