I Remember Greene Street

a grain
of sand
through
glass
nick drake
sings
and hours
and chocolate
and strawberry
oceans wash
past.

the last
sunlapped petal
drapes intself
against fractal
abstract skies
waves lapse
as society castes
aside clawed lions
in english
countryside
past times.

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nobody sings
about jesus
being alone
no one ever
sings
about being stoned
on the phone
the calendar
keeps track of
dope and mechanical
memories
made of soap
no body loves you
no body sees
no one needs a reason
but your corruption
is just too extreme
in agony
I can see
what's up your sleeve
the dreams that
leak like water
from the bottom
of a sack.

I said I loved you
and it was true
only one man knows better
the man in the moon
we talk for hours babe
I meant no harm
Harms not very good.
nobody loves you like
me and the dogs.
No one sees your
soul in repose
and slowly
as the hours pour
like dry martinis
in spectral shakers
heading for the sea
no one will remember
how many you poured
for me