A translucent purple man
runs circles in the dreamy air,
limbs as thin as penstrokes.
He cycles on some invisible instrument and
is stuck forever above our heads.
Eunice is his friend,
she talks to the needy,
bends down beside a mute man in plaid,
works out his life story through the stiffened
edges of his statue smile.
Demonic, all.
Because they were looking for food we dropped for them
down a Subway station.
Dreamy hell people lingering above us when we sleep.
All in its proper place.
A furry quasi-human ascends the stairs
that jut out from cement walls,
copies your movements
as you both try to sweetly escape
the heavy mumbling demon below.
i want to walk through these streets unburdened --
to cut myself off from the little string of web
to see the green sky underwater
to dangle from a tree,
look around and see only blue.
the "." after the title shows the passion you had for the text herein. was really raw but a delight to read.
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