good morning mister grey sky, and what
have you brought for me today? no doubt a
brand new bag of party tricks for all us
empty-headed wannabes to open up
and play.
with.
without the fear that small things bright
and beautiful might suddenly pop out,
as they often do in late night dreams i have
of crystal skies of deepest blue,

like the ones they have in deepest africa, or
in the campy fantasy i have of you and me
in wonderland, strolling hand in hand past
scarlet rambutans which, eaten, wash away
the acrid taste of urban sprawl.

and something private that you whisper in my ear
reminds me of those escapades unembarked upon
because we’ve never really known
how far to go
in sublimating desire into the utterly divine pursuit
of orgasmic shopping sprees in gargantuan shopping malls
filled to bursting with wave upon wave of unsmiling punters.

minos – july 2008