READING MR STEVENS
AS SHADE OF COLOURLESS GREEN
close to the shoals
of colourless green
Mr Stevens verged
close
to wreck, was
my initial fear
this I saw
oe believed
I did espy
with my
own two eyes each
mesmerized
though
the sound did sedate whereupon
yes, seduced me
to a danger
I dare
not stomach
actually embrace
and to
think out there
a, whale of a, whirlpool
Charybdis to outdo
closest thing
terrestrial (I meant maritime)
to that fat
killer singulaity
they say drives the galaxy
and yet be
a secret
submarine portal to
an all new
nonsense Wonderland
where
Hatter 2.0 and
the entire 2.0 gang
speak this post post post
Also Sprach colourless
idea
sleeping, dreaming, totally
insomniac
deconstructive
jibber jabber
giving
the poem such
a hard time of it
ideas colourless green
fried to a frazzle
in the desert
or there miraculously in
the mind of Apollo
whilst
he sleeps
lives his cosmic wet dream
read it here, on the page,
then tell me
it might never come to be
poems 2 die for 