Mon Vert

The dream is that I do not know what I want That when I believe  it comes along  as I go It disappears and I am left unspoken  outspoken the singular whistle that is hauntingly familiar comes back to me the dream is that I know what I want and I have killed it.

  I was captivated  All at once I saw her by the edge of someone's shoulder And she saw me  Even though I had been  Shorter of who  Whoever was at my front I must've stared too hard For whatever reason I felt no embarrassment Turning my head following  Her eyes And though in that split second I felt that I could take her all in I was mistaken She was utterly utterly graceful That even I Forgot her face.

As I pathetically  Sing along  To the music  Of my dreams I cave with my Legs and stare at my feet I have nothing to declare But the found life unlived As I pathetically squint At the light that passes Through me I stare at my misery But I spit through my teeth There will be nothing to Declare.