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Yonder Summa! Green faerie queen
my thoughts are your own, in thinking.
Raise a finger to edge a table
whilst I raise a glass, dear as crystal.

Sugar revolution; coat yourself in
crowds of bubbles and linger long
and loud as you desire. Smoke:
dance rudely as well if you wish...

Tell fragrant fantasising prophecy to
a blue-collar man standing on a
top hat at Oxford corner, giving
out paper to save the green tree leaves.

Come undressed in parades of dishwater silk,
tie bows in the ribbons of my typewriter.
Laugh, then blow rings round a fellow
whistling to raindrops bouncing from his jacket.

Lift off and climb on, no shoes
please, the almond threads sigh.
A case of fortunes overboard into
Chinese sea: Dive down to salvage deeply.

Grasp for breath and try not to
forget me, after this roll off,
wearing cheap pull on pull off,
with matching red smile, nails, tongue. Sigh.

Crease out the steel boredom and
hammer meticulous until ironing is found.
Fake Window Watcher! Rubber button press!
Cigarette dodge our potato salad luncheon...

Dessert waiter eye smiles at the
half table service, third night running.
Chocolate oyster shells, hot candlelight
dribbles my plastic penniless money.

No light, strong tone. Back now
home alone. Wet from a cold breeze.
Listless monosyllabic, less fantastic
than the remembered icicle handshake.

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