BAMBOO SKYSCRAPERS
Bamboo cloud-churches
Gbagada; I feel as dull
as a
skyscraper.
I feel as blunt as a magnate.
FRANGIPANI
There should be time enough
for one more miniature garden,
for the wet spiral
of one more conch,
for a concert of passions and a meeting
of temple floors –
for the lonely
tile panorama
desert whispers.
THINKING IN SHADES OF LIPSTICK
Soft plum Vivian
slip catwalk I’ll
have the claret/
burgundy, pozhaluysta…! An icy
nymphet radiance
xxxxxa cool
magnolia baby –
xxxxxxxxxxsatin
xxxxxxxxxxfinish.
I am always driving there in my sunglasses,
mon amour.
xxxxxHad you noticed?
Mystique 001
evening
xxxxxxxxxxin Tokyo
xxxxxlady
WORK DAY POEM
Cinnamon dreams of wet
stone. And I dream
of a lovely guarantee.
Stumbling on deities
and then every morning,
crying in my office.
My office is a dewdrop;
my office is
a red lagoon.