opaque realities/a suit of stripes

opaque realities, translucent dreams

the omniscience of fairy-tale make-believes
which sing discordantly through leaves
of taller than tall trees

as she coughs down my sleeves

so many frowns drown

in the happy endings

of stories which finish
prematurely or abruptly

...i wish i'd died when we
were seventeen....

(i don't need my grass to be green)