Metamorpheus

The hummingbird

And honeybees

Both hover over

The warm and snowy

Cotton of the clover

The trees were so powerfully

Pink with flowers

That I cried and tried to die

But then decided

That I’d be better off unsuicided

And so I sleepily and slyly slipped

through boughs and bowers

and I snuck a snack

from her pink dripping drawers

In her bureau before dawn

And then in bluey dewey moonlight dipped

Down the clover-clustered hillside out back

For her crack was created

When I last masturbated

And I dreamed her pink flowers

And drank her sweet fluid

As her eyes and her thighs

Both got hot and humid

I have been listening to the glistening

Crystal in the mist and remembering

The most moist thing I kissed when

I knew women back when

I could tell a pistil from a pistol

From a face

From a fist still

Riddle me this, Metamorpheus mysterious:

Why am I dreamy drunk drenched and delirious

Where did I come from and where will I go

Seeking such secrets I should never know

Consider this, I’m serious:

A hush

so loud

that it could crush

a cloud

is not allowed

to be

a sound

But if you

really listen

when you

look at what is

written

You can hear

the purple verbal

Like the purring

of a kitten

Ive

Lived

I’ve

Loved

I’ve

Travelled

And

I’ve tripped

Ive slapped

And ive slipped

Sometimes

I dont remember

Where ive slept

God only knows

What secrets

I have kept

This most moist mist

I kindled with a kiss

Transforms the truth

Within its chrysalis

With inward wording

Ordering the world

Within whose hair of air

The wind has whirled

In winding intertwined experience

Between two twins

One sin

One innocence

Into one melody mellifluous

Fin