Puce

Bush beating is my favorite game

How far around can I play

Never living life on a straightaway

Building bridges to go up in flames

With fairy dust and feather mange

Colored rust with the timekeeper’s stain

Digging down to break some lines

Rebuild them into abstract signs

Ruby red and opal sheen

Green and gold and silver steam

Rises from my wild dreams

That never find the words to see

That never find the ears to smell

Or know what eyes could speak and spell

Do you catch my rambling drift

Like fossilized wood, I’m just as stiff

I’m just as dead beneath my skin

Peeling bananas of vinyl trim

Laying down mental linoleum

For all the spills of neural juice

Battery acid in fading puce

Shading lucid dreams coating conduits

Powering down my corrosive fuel

Taking stock and dipping in the pool