My future SOUNDS green … no longer yellow; no longer an angry
I wonder if this is where a taste of love might
one day take me.
I wonder if I smell a glorious phishing of curious
“And how would you rate her?” the men who should
gather – wounded around me –
A world I never explored, tawdry and rhymed: oh, do give me the opportunity,
and once and for all I shall see
the me that is you; the
you that I am; the you that I am only now become;
the silences once awful –
And we should, yer know?
and touch …
… to C you once more,
as NEVER before …