Storms bruise flowers
for seconds. No-one forgets
the colors now

***

Baby, you're asleep. Waiting
for me to leave you because
I'm afraid you'll leave. Draining
now. I'll sit here and watch
over you, wait for you to wake up

***

These green hills gross me out
with pearly tonnage–wide
electro ic fetish woods, babysleep

***

I walk beneath sea level
between selves on C street
The one still in a yellow
room touching your soft belly
to the ends of stars

***

watched an orange moon fur
drown moaning in velvet pollution
and paint myself against the pavement

***

I'd walk the white or
the whole of your belly
and drown moaning in it, velvet
and black with a fullness
and wanting to fill you with lillies

***

Maybe instead of hearing about,
laying down in your garden, darker
and streaked with intoxication



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No More Movements…

Lewis LaCook –>Poet-Programmer|||http://lewislacook.corporatepa.com/|||


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