POEM.

DRAWING DOWN

As they Flow in your onion skin Italian books

Dream mists and half askance stares

Lines thick with moments brushed against your lips

Shades of moons left in brown mustard jars

The pens pin so many possibilities

Point by point by point

Capture the advent

With your whorls

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In Dimension 4692

we are ruled by brown corduroy

which sits on its metal throne

handing out decrees

by the fistful

constantly on guard

worried about a coup

from within

armed with pinking shears

and hot ideas

long the days

they have reigned

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Take each of the pens

Cobble out the history of time

With each new onion skin

Fill Italian books with a new understanding

Break down the hold of brown corduroy

Break down the hot ideas of rebellion

Turn each moment into mist

With your whorls

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In Dimension 4692

Like silk worms embraced

we leave our effluvium

interwoven with the mist

forming a new fabric

upon which to draw

new moments of ecstasy

formulating new rule

in which Adam and Eve

feast on the flesh of the brown snake

seasoned slightly

with the pale scent of the apple.