Mon Vert

It begins in a whistle A Pause Between  all wrapped up In the sweets The gray skies The heat All the false pretenses that smother  The ammonia floors the potted bougainvillea outside the door It becomes Monday all over again That is no longer mine as I walk around my windowless room The rails that board every window In my school the walled up halls Everything is no longer like the Mondays And I could no longer see The distance The dotted up children Under the red painted Roofings Or the familiar faces In gray skirts The white undershirts The fall of notes  all the longing the verses  the fullness.

Someone's at the door that keeps knocking But I'm out of my mind Thinking about  Money In that moment I think The door is coming towards me As I'm out of it Drunken down in the maracas playing In the distance The jazz is about to end Because its not for me  As I anticipate the last note Its last trail of thought Theres a grainy voice that seem to come  From under my bed And then  Suddenly I hit my head over  and over again Like there's some kind of need To just be Bloody That kind of horror But as I kept knocking my head On the wooden wall That's also my neighbor's The grainy voice started to sing in a happy medley about Spring Autumn Summer and Reality In a tone that makes your hip And knees buckle With a stick In your hand Top up your hats dupee-dup-dee- I begin to squeeze my chest  As the alcohol comes out of my Skin As my bones melt into Nothingness Into a string around my finger I'm about to fall into the water just under this rainbow bridge  get ...

Mary stole my sweater the holey sweater with the  Delicate stars I still remember it  Being softly touched By her fingers And I told her This You are touching it too softly As I regularly said my thoughts And she was my regular person she still looked at me Bewildered Red and wild  Her cheeks became possums Luring Roses ingots Because she glittered Like a carrot in the mud and I  Well just I But She The careful thing would always not take  What I give Myself As her big blue eyes Became pout  And wet And clumsy With the tears  That I have not made peace With She broke them Allowingly  As I consoled her Without thought Without meaning As the sweater became a flesh That got swept away from my hold To her hands That were open.

For everytime  I ride through These night Cityscapes lights roam Around to scrim past The sad faces that lay awake Somber Sober  As the wind cannot  Pass through their consciousness Blight Just as it is mispronounced   Slurred In the blue light As if things lighthearted cannot be Forgiven anymore I lose it in The toes The noise The rhythmic sway of the tires Buzzing by the movement Of our torsos Pushing and pull As I stare into the abyss The drainage  The holes that goes through Trees Maybe because I stared too long for sometime They started to  stare back at me too with  Wide eyes Their horror because I'm alive And they are all merely Just a dime That fell through the sewages Lost with the rats Forgotten Smelly  that the value becomes rotten Voided Because nothing matters anymore.

  Everyone I care about Will have one or two to say about me one or two  To say bad things about me While I pretend to not care It hurts Being honest So I fiddle with  The lies lived between the days As the real things  Are lived through  The night Loudness  bring about the words Would you The books are there to be opened Yet flowers do not grow out of them It hurts more than To have nothing to wait about.