poem: optics gather

astral barbecue
blender maze
time best spent in
otherdreams of your
other's other
dipshit qualities down
the esplanade
snugging your harbor
circumventing the glassy
eye, the vernal twins,
the seasonal vine,
the glad-to-see-you
inventory man,
she of the cobalt de-
colletage, a crimson
glory even you won't
want to miss,
this friday morn, in your
thursday's nougat
insensate wonder,
a boogieland express,
the ground opens to reveal
vestiges of your twelfth
dream, the one that began
after your bus-missing life
ascended to the purgatory
of apple climes, is it any
wonder we roam
blissfully blissful,
taming the baby kibbles
robbed of their moony
faces, clammering little
gummi bear lounge lizards
get out your lizardpants, boy,
ain't the spaztec quadrants
nuff wonder for your
tangerine striations
i seem to remember
that night
that semblance
that next to me sen-
sation stemming the tides
of your distal agonies
the twerky chasms
blow wider with casual
dreams, they sleep wide
the emerald doors
you can forget the optics
gather the pins
invigorate little miss missy's
intelligence while she
renegotiates the summer
dawn.