Saturday, November 1, 2014

TO ANNA BLUME

He came to New York with a glass ball filled with Paris Air.
I should paraphrase that his peer was
the pessimistic inventor
apotheosis
piss asparagus
An American romantic mess ,
guess this is a love letter ,
jump outside yourself , OH! witness
quash rage of the shy guy , bumper cart ate star ,
he punched that boy ,  E. Honda- one-thousand-hand-slaps ,
nose bleeding swollen solider , handled it well , well , well
i'mma electric blue fan , keep spinning on the ceiling looking up from splatter-painted bed ,  and the rest abstract he ought not accomplish that ,
blue sleeping bag blanket , gray pillowcase , OH LA LA LA , divine therapeutic pillow , when no one else is there I have you pillow case sing into you LA LA LA !  The flower sheets , The pillow case is a Purple Host ,
and Like A Former Ghost totally passed out , loom deep drink the Accidents of Gesture by Rome, Antique flower
To you my flow , love letter to Anna Blume
intoxicating diamond Queen that spills her cup ,
high on scents , colors , conversation , Gawd!  tiny teen empathetic flame
turned out my both sides burned out , Edna St. Vincent Millay poem with candles , she's gone , gone fucking mental , gone bars rental , rental mental jail car , V-ROOM VA-ROOM!
OH ANNA OH ANNA
ANNA BLUME
Sip
lentil soup with lemon , garlic , sprinkle cayenne ,  chops kale , boil water spoonful of miso , add more drops of lemon , come into my soup , Lemme be yr Lifeguard , and the cat's meow ,
ANNA
ANNA BLUME
ANNA
my
incapable duty
to please you
learn and erase you
re-educate
from memory Rolodex mirrors an art complex , please allow me blinks
blink blink blink
what space exactly did you go to think loves witch
look broken glass on the carpet , spells something from it ,
purple aura
ANNA ANNA ANNA
ANNA  ANNA
BLUME

To which I forever roam.
My Everest , Anna Blume.

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