Mon Vert

Once  I knew something about you The air With the way you walk You were very loud even in your own silence But I still very much forget it all Because I still see you In that desk holding your neck the way you sleep The way you shut down the afternoons The raining days And how these were the only times I've ever looked at you Intently Purposefully Because Along those halls  with your frowns Smiles The stupidity along with the lies the implied The Entasis the very core of our flaws are all in The pool of water After the rain only its obvious difference to better days we are familiar of Its gray hue the low pitched tones The resonance of it all the only things.

  There was a woman And a woman inside this room Now that I'm in it It is nothing romantic as When I was spying I still remember  When I pulled the tissue holder Hard And the screw fell out Must've when I looked away But they stopped  Like wild deers Such a small sound And they could hear it  While doing the big act I tried looking for it And the woman with the red hair  Peered outside the door  To find me on the floor Why now I ask When did it decide to fall out And why It is not a chore to just stay there Why must you fall out too There is nothing for you You silver thing  Still I waited for it to be found Alongside my looking She stares at me You are a murderer she says While the other woman Rushes to get her robe on As her breasts fall into place  Hung like a wet towel In place of their comtempt And the lost screw I found a dead lizard A leaf And a lost pen.

  It smells chemical On the skin That makes a nose wrench Favoured that I ignore it Hungry that  I tore it from its flesh And saw its juicy insides Meet the putrid air How horrible When it keeps dripping  When I pull it open When I bite into it It begins to lose its color That it wears another skin Taste like another fruit Some thing it is.

  Nothing belongs  to me Nothing at all Yet I want To Pray for the little moments That I give into the obvious going through me And such is a matter  Of reconsideration As I take paths With strangers The flames ablaze Just sideways  in my peripheral where I lean to more.