Patches of Vert

 Yesterday I saw a girl

She reminded me of you

Those lone movements, dancing in the afternoon wind

I’d fell in cold water once

Looking at her I felt the same way

The cold  licking my guts and carbonic heart

Your battery acid kisses

Left a stain in my eyes

Both of ‘em, drop rain or waterfalls

Ideas without arms or legs

But they still roam throughout my brain

Eat me, they come, insidious

And bite my heart as I sleep

Your lackluster fragrance 

Painting stunning frescoes in the walls of my mind

Like a unknown artist

Working in the still of the night

My vision’s blurred

Filled with Patches of Vert

Bold and beautiful

I remember you always

My lips on your cheek

As I eat a peach or apple

Silk skin, my heart over a crane

Hanged

I’ve loved one time

When I was really young

And in dry, spellbound nights like this one

It hurts at the back of my heart

She drinks from my cup

Milk or latte, juice of juicy fruits

Tears with martini

In some undisclosed future

Lost in the harmonic sounds of Leonard Cohen’s songs.

In those times we were immortal

And could see the gleams of days and smell of daisies

Crush flowers and bugs with our feet

You had to take a dive in that river

And lost your breath for the beauty beneath

Now you can hear my call?

And pretend this longing is new

Your heart is my secret garden still

Knife sharp to carve our bloodline in trees

Old and wise, firm and marooned

Little girl, scooping balls of ice cream

And laughing

But we are grow up now Baby Girl

And I grew worse than you