Your New Depression
an old
depression
one that
waged
embattered waves
on Babylon.
Your color
local
calling the stratus
to its quick
challenging
the universe
to justify
its questions
trembling
the loins
of cobblers bakers cannibals
businessmen and confectionists.
Our earth
an electric
alphabet
and the tease
you
get out
of it
an orchestration
of letters
throbbing
Tesla vines pulled and
cut and knotted
sloppily to form
a web a painting a flowering forgiveness
ocellated
with drips
of blood
and other evidences of love
but your wiles
still only
at a pinfeather
your fingers
erect
resplendent
giddy.
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