New Schemes (or Ear Leak)
Some dreams ooze fuschia,
Acrylic in deep bayou glow,
Sprinkle me in neon lights
Bead us in avenues of wide clefs
Major thoroughfares peopled
With bass drops & electric
Blue of Bonquita’s hoops.
Prototypes wake up!
Concerned with lost panties,
Bottoms plenty Hottentot
To cap oil in a bleeding Gulf,
Pink pelican jowls scoop in dirty girt,
Dirt work, born in a dead chicken, jerk.
Something wicked rumbles
Under both lids, night’s grease
In creases like us caught
In breaks, Post dream,
Post traumatic, we opt to rebel
Against —clown smiles, monochromatic.
Keep me asleep in nightmares
If awaking means forgetting, washing memory
Clean of blood trucks in Jasper,
Ornaments on strong trees,
Stench of burning skin,
4 little pretties liquid in the pulpit,
(My grandfather’s name was Emmett)
The fire was surely orange,
At its hottest, violet blue,
Urine which puddled at roots
Stole its deep color from fields of goldenrods:
The eyes that watched inherited color, too.