Magnetic Poetry: A Study

an earth of new turning bend
all beginning no end

how mad is he who runs in from the storm
in from blue chocolate rain falling
from the enormous sky that heaves its wind to the poles
blowing over long summer shadows & cold showers
to clubs that deliriously beat their music up into the hot night
above frantic mothers
through freezing shaking feet as men trudge on ice
white as wax
to the man who brings the milk every morning
for girls in pretty dresses
singing as they smell spring
& roses & boys
sweet as honey
thinking will she ask me?
over gardens flooded in love
to winter death
and a thousand tiny tongues licking black iron
screaming please can I have some warm water
crying
then dark
through all the dreams of sleeping souls
smeared with peaches and drool
and fast away to the crescent moon
a slice of life
you watch this moment.