1950

intimate as aspirational your voice
misinterprets coffee, smoke
though a skylight the timeline
it Tarzans by unzips into eloquence

because if you were naked for export
you’d be believed
as easily as I
by my dearly beloved the sky’s

deep rockets sundering
but I was blind
to their motive
shading your thought bubbles grey

Huey Dewey Louie
argue for fame
after frame
they have no plan for the suction

unnarrating movies of green
rolling hills
no storyline
dialogue characters simply viridian

shades and sharps while
your antennae scan
for anomalies
from this kitchen window forever