fungus forming dyes

          being held in a color prism I poked my head out

          from red orange to green soaked bread blue

          the objects would surrender into new shape

          becoming the answer to a problematic paste

          stuck like my luck would have it decay & waste

          I reached with all my existing light lunar pull

          feeling offensive splinter japanese garden winters

          mossy gown maple tree trunk shade turning around

          where gentle songbirds deblinked the sad fevers

          filling up from the stream of beaver bad choice 

          slapping his tail for a show under glad life joys

          I painted with a brush thought of purple blue skies

          containing a mushroom among fungus forming dyes

          a flute sang the will of a new testament torn dream

          played from the darting shadow of prospective eyes

          more and more of the world moved within the base

          textures and writing seemed fueled by the vehicle

          instead of drivin or set up for the flight frequent mile

          a brand new reason was taking the song for a dance

          tile scraped at the wrist of her unspoken evening land

          she smiled in content distance holding my wrinkled hand

          sending charges of illusive electrodes bending vowels

          even from a rubbernecked ring coloring a brown owl

          time burned papers that cross east western south

          being held in a color prism I poked my head out