Underwater Songs! from Elders by Mow Probs

A tenured blue,

Like the sallow moon before her starry foils,
To recall the absence seems impossible.

A cardiac anchor!

What Jovian gravity!

Angel’s spit spots the ground.
& it’s so maddening---my eyes chose now,
With my face pressed to the floorboards...
What’s happening?

The threat in free time--
So sheer the decline of spirits high
Any second guess could be a serious test!

The underwater songs!

& how it’s darkest after dawn.

In the mirror’s eye, that’s not me,
It’s just a figment in somebody’s dream
A familiar face that, when you wake,
Realize you never knew.

• Experimental
• Houston