Misty hilled
Eugenio
like a rainbow
comet
exploding from the
Tree of Life.
The jaded madmen
and women
who lost their luster
long ago.
They are all on a
one way trip
in reverse
and empty of all verses.
The fluid love
that has kept me
alive
is dry and dying
like the
bones of Ophelia
before
she bit the big one.
And the no-nonsense
physicians
say it aint right
to freeze in bluejeans under
bridges
while sippin' on
dreams of wild foxes
in endless
wastelandscapes.
We could
prove em incorrect
by holding
our breath underwater
for fourteen
trembly
seconds
then erupt from the tide
w/ hearts
as hard
as diamonds.
It's a lucrative business
to
pull the wool
down till we think
of nothing.