Eyes-
erupt in green,
gallant and
forever’ly
peer through
the trees.

Of spring,
I dreamt during
hot morning cups,
from bottled and withheld
contemptuous little prisons.
Said to deal, I
hate to say, I.

Emerald does now
reside, over ivory,
yeah, that hungry ivory…
(burned my pupils slow
and simmering.)

It was the first
welcoming gentle breeze
that I’d sat handheld
above a pond’rous sky.
Yeah, floating up above
your busy life.

I’d invited it to stay,
Please,
I got a damn good place
and need some of that green.
Yeah, please pass it over to me.

I was quick
to know
the hunger

I was lost
in my ravenous haze
Understand now, I
wish to wish
for the old,
I

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