Circumference

A surreal love poem of the imagination.

 

There’s a place where you & I can dance

Far away, on the plateau of misbehave-

With a steel rust orange horizon

Trekking jazz-bop & love.

 

From here to eternity lies circumference.

On the west ledge of the shadow’s smile

Mushrooms bleed green as glow-bug ink

To incite prairie ghosts with harmonicas.

 

The evening creeps in with her flip-flop

Gargoyles- blue-night dashed in azure reels,

As the world stands inert to our will

Barking colic hymns with circumference.

 

The compass points home, but I will not go. 

I prefer this vacation of the imagination.

In the fiber-quake woods you climb

Pine while I gnaw on frozen apples.

 

Justice braids her purple bronco’s hair.

Divinity dyes the rectangle stars yolk

Yellow for the dense fog to fertilize 

The calculator mountains. 

We make love- in the unbleached sugarcane

Then fall asleep in each other’s arms,

Beside an oil-slick lake

That has no circumference.