blue coward

 the obvious thing
 is that wind carries
 beatified musculatures
 onward

 through ecstatic halls
 of eccentric parallelograms
 where hot stone monkeys bathe
 in blood red chocolate

 and as i stand there
 covered in silk leaves
 feeling sick and beautiful
 a shy little gremlin approaches
 and hands me a carte de visite
 saying only

 Le bateau lourd
 est le seigneur
 des mondes levées

 and from then on
 i cannot weep
 for finitude
 ever again