poem: turquoise of the last

chester's chicken to go
mimsies your soul
with writhing tributaries
the acquisescent iridescence
of last calls
the vigilant renegades
coursing the soul's
guava jones, as if
she mystifies on the order
of dark meat and righteous
lemon lime: I ask you:
was there ever such
sublime guidance 'cross
the rockies, frolicking
wildebeests tumbling
the SATs of vigourous
stimuli, angel food lab
partners left behind
the parking lots
the Heidelbergs,
eleventh floor
vagaries,I seem to recall
you were the first
simply shaded by reputation
your kiss was free fall
down the wiliest of ways
passionfruit
amassed as time passed
turtle bays most
complete
surprising calm
in the after
inured by time's
dither, ask beyond the fall
of men, the rise of
doors blessed
by singleminded
caution, and the vespers
whisper, calling
eyes forgotten
limbs bewitched
wings
in the turquoise
of the last
mercurial
exponential
nonessential
round.