sea-bound
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a painterly energy
eyes a nearby canvas
sees yellow tulips drifting
across Monet’s waters
seas-rose — seas-fell
and warping sails
inhaling back into
the belly of a whale
trapped between
wave / horizon
not knowing
the flood was
not a flood but
a floating angel
chanting from her
city in renaissance
with a yellow flag
and a starfish
soaring hastily
toward the desert,
walking in circles
for too long
in november
i can’t remember
where i lost my mind
somewhere cold and digital
i put every old thought of you
and your sea-blue eyes
this canvas is shouting
i’m no longer there
to calm you down
across the ocean
to new york city
where you left me in
the markets of chinatown
with our stolen spice carts
with pocketed sea shells
with still-empty canvas
without you
longing for the
loll of the shore
I was longing
to paint and to surf
with Titanic’s violins as
another aqueous deserter
looking for one sea shell
on a journey to New York
to the holy buddha’s
skyscraper church
and populous
concrete deserts
scenes of madness in
Dali’s timeless ficciones
my loneliness alters me
in a borderless desert
I’m making doll eyes at
the man in my mind
wandering together
to find visionary
tulips in the
sea