Sunday, 3 July 2011
Whistler Tear Rockets (The Cubist Chef And The Triangle Sandwich)
I loved you like an astronaut
loves an actress
loves an eclipse,
You haunt my leave like mist.
I drank your trees.
(I hammer orchids still.)
You whirled stark firework arrays:
Like a chocolate dream of incense,
Flute streams slid waterfall lemons..
Lip-read the smile for a walrus,
A dentist lost.
Your nightingales sang with mermaids
of selling my heart on eBay,
This snow dog bewitched.
A shake down by the moon of lamp post light,
And soon simile solitaire blossomed.
My bauble lighthouse,
Your burning hair-tong-eyes
smoked my moustache's tiny tresses to ashes.
The cubist chef and the triangle sandwich.
Like a whitewash of creasing skylights,
You loved me.