in mid of aisle
in mid of a jungle
cold crawling on my skin
I just read a bulletin
I thought I would survive
Forgetting you in one to five
Alongside haulage road
I lean against a window
Every time I count even and odd
I just see an arrow
Fixed and stabbed me in a row
Bestilled and collected grand sensation,
stares at the glint of a harvested moon,
cast haulage divorcing neath horizon,
rise the yam sun that courses a forenoon.
Northern sways o'er ripen earth, fortunate
lofty leafy legions stretched abandon,
piles of crumpled layers, gifts pearlescent
brilliance of the immortal descension.
Towering mist espouse the crusted loam
and verdurous instilled life progresses
amid impaled saffron petals that comb
the scene all strewn against a capricious
path of lain chartreuse fronds and with the weight
of feet crinkles crispy snaps with your mate.