vegetable/gray.

the drummer envisioned the africa 

of misspent saturdays all replete 

with the alcohol of living truth, 

and as i walked myself to school, 

the bus remained in the car park, 

as gentle as bees-- fliers should 

advertise literacy, musics should 

sing: all girls's schools made of 

the girls who attended was as yet 

calculus but likely disappoint as 

well.. since i broke my own prom- 

ise to the environing and castle, 

my feet find purchase but my hand 

can't hold, and yet, and yet maya 

shinnies & lindy-hops with paint; 

no one knows where the redeemed & 

instructed lie their heads in the 

rush of bleeding view, and though 

i was born in the tents of paris, 

i ended up montmartre & gracious: 

illustrating illusions for small, 

ever-so-small and smallest, child 

you've got many worlds to conquer 

like books, bikes, brilliant your 

smithereens and sugarcubes! liver 

so destitute to scream my yearned 

words forever within & without an 

arabian jamaica that sows the re- 

assuring genesis of ontic glass.. 

kant you read, bent over roaring.