legions of aloe vera lick my
toes, persuading in dissonance.
a herpetic grin streaks your
teeth, grease and yellowed
pages harrowed in stem.

now, i will tell you these
roses (that are everyanything
of a colour)--

sizzle against soft fingers,
the waft of yesterday
scribbling strikes of sense.

under the tubercular sky
we wonder where to go

the pulse of midnight rain
one times one

picture postcards
of broken hearts
iron dreams
the alchemy of memories
in a gyzym of consciousness

forever was never till now
the everyanything of conversation