You are so serious, as if
a glacier spoke in your ear
or you had to walk through
the great gate of Kiev
to get to the living room.
I worry about this because I
love you. As if it weren't grotesque
enough that we live in hydrogen
and breathe like atomizers, you
have to think I'm a great architect!
and you float regally by on your
incessant escalator, calm, a jungle queen.
Thinking it a steam shovel. Looking
a little uneasy. But you are yourself
again, yanking silver beads off your neck.
Remember, the Russian Easter Overture
is full of bunnies. Be always high,
full of regard and honor and lanolin. Oh
ride horseback in pink linen, be happy!
and ride with your beads on, because it rains.
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Comments1Wowza, ran into this gem, read it when I was just a kiddo! Man, it hits diff now but still 💔 The way it plays with the silly, serious, and deep is somethin else. And those last lines 🐇💕 The feels are strong. Not many can talk life and love like this! 😭♥️👏 #reflective #relatable