Jan 19, 2020
Cruising
After weeks of vexing anticipation I slip into the green And leave my skin, hoping To enter yours.
I’m all bottled up spring, As is my gift To you, a bottle among many Foreign drinks and flowers, distilled to a wish For you to see more than meets
The eye, wandering To the bicycle suspended on the wall And the early green Tomatoes on the collapsing balcony.
And your friends resemble A jolly crew on a pleasure cruise With you as the captain Galantly offering drinks
Aboard I ascend and I talk To your friends about toilets, festivals and just how to intensify the green On tomato leaves
We should sing him a song! An idea that should’ve been her’s For she is lush and green Like algae sticking to the deck of your ship.
