I want a happy ending with skeletons
with the real green jokes
with the brightness that invades the purple
the invisible carousel in the busy marketplace
the essay fresh and bobbing in a pool
a song that grew out of a glancing shoelace
thoughts from the unconscious
story I will tell you about
the texture of an address
the glad world canvas
the instant bird eternal
the moon in the corner of the universe
the distinct smile
the volcanoes of corn
things fitted into voices
as passengers close in.
