Aquamarine Ii
Lemon sour thoughts in aquamarine
imagery of dry desire pure pale powdered sage
quaint quear copulate of Cupids
with bows that draw Archaic archer
arrows aimed at the blackest of hearts
drum bitter black regrets into souls depths
dark deeds, something rages rare raw
Crimson liquor that lingers on the floor
in lavish lacquered halls, intricate doors
weathered by thunderstorms lashing the walls
where once elegant lush balls drive men, women twirling, dancing till dawn
Are in full burn, blares bright until the wee artificial hours of midnight
of wet tropical rains, hurricanes
gain power and destruction
by morn born falling silver rain
in the light of a pure pale Moon, wax, and wane
Clouds receded fade away
transfix by orbs of Odin Odd Omnipotent eye
full and alive burning bright
in cold cobalt midnights a wash all
in the fallacies of youth
the breath of God’s are ghosts in ruins
the cascade of the insane
Our sour lemon thoughts and aquamarine dreams
Are oblique obsolete imagery fading in fleeting lives
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