lately, the princess
is the one having troubles
with resignation
floating in the generation
the knight's eyes are the new kind of small chameleon
so new and life-is-good-green
to match his shirt
a summer turf, a Princess, (no pea)
the floating generation:
I used to sell Arnold Palmers
in The Park
I thought about them (too much),
the ratio
bending my chin down towards the plastic cup
on my apron in my palms
waist, hi
ice levels of desires
eyes bending down to yellow
liquid filling/pouring/over
a liquid dilemma of sorts
feeling the heat of pizza eyes on my face
brain bending
me melting
all the music in the park blends
with routine and life-is-good-green
dead grass
all the dilemmas became liquid ones
liquid lines of men moving eyeballs
half and half
emergency simple syrup
old oil with bits/water bottles
water fountains*
puddles for the rats
the rats claimed the chocolate-turtle-turf
life was outside in
melting
in all the rain storms
bending
our medical-baby plastic blanketweak and holy
routine/water/dilemma
we found a rat skeleton
pizza brain hung on to it
hung it on a wall inside-
eyeballs-out
oven melts on
our own patron watch
our own dough and time
mocking, bending
to get to go home (flies)
mocking, melting
life-is-good-green
exactly maple-less
like a skeleton in summer
a boiling point fried
an ending stage right
