Mix – Chapter 2
Puffed, green leaf mosquito, rusting loudspeaker fins tailing over my eyebrows…
ringing red in your empty, rainy shed of clumsy dreams.
A silent little walk with skeletons left behind;
mustard gesturing trees in folding beautiful arms over me,
with flowers from inside of the resting coffins.
Wet brick red street, reflecting gray little clouds,
white school trees,
empty music box picture mobiles hurled up the ground above…
mixing with sleepy fumes.
Sleek strings of a blouse, unbuttoned shirt,
drying fan… with all wet men below …
reviewing your references.