Green tea hard tack morning
Grey metal bands tighten across the sky
This mind, those clouds,
Are one.
You wore a blue jacket and skirt
And sat with your true love.
The air was an evergreen hue,
And the storm was gathering.
The clouds are tightening.
Electric flares strike across the dome.
I'll sleep beneath Patagonian icebergs
With a Bengal tiger at my feet.
2.Jan.05
I ate a moon cookie on New Years' Day,
it was quite a skookum delight.
The next day, the moon exploded in my head
and gave the town a fright.
Foggy beams rolled from 8th and Robinson
to the Deer Creek Mission;
they collided with the capital dome
and legislative elision.
The town was lit brighter than Spica
When my dome exploded.
The forecaster was blinded,
and the change was duly noted.
3.Jan.05