sunrise and surrealities

mad red sunrise and surrealities

love. what was this word and her repetitions
her various meanings to
diverse peoples
her attachment to some
while others she out right eluded for always
never could be bought yet
always on the auction block in the world
a craigslist listing would offer and ask
but never obtain anything like
her

someone 2 love some
bodies for four twenty
or clouds. a toss-up 4 weed
what a trade and some

change

in you and me

unfortunately

short the patience required for the real
see a kinda pale dripping teal
downsized
from the belly of the whale
to an elephant seal
sunning half days
at the wharf ina blubbery sidesteppin grille
mass tourist appeal

step to the truth of this kinda sadness…
manifest in cities and suburbs
rural surrealities
all across our gentrified former farms
our unharnessed lands. no one can remember anymore

thank god

step to the sad truth of this soon forgotten game catch-all
love. binding a (controllable) context of lust and
self-marketing fueled by
loneliness and greed
fear and need
fear and
need. loneliness. greed

witness the watchers (who witness too)
cold in the eyes
unable to blink
greco-roman-american tragedy

stained green by water dripping for eras
into marble and porcelain tubs
and sinks

(and where love resides) so also reside the watchers for eternity
and possibly past times
running down

even the thought of such visions
in hell took the thinkers of the thoughts
to emotional lows rarely
recovered

such emotional descent might be succeeded by
titrated blood tides

the hour
the sunset tapers

cold
dawn frozen in the face of a dying star

mad
mad and red
this

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