No Dust - Yellow Eyes

Blue silence walks below the flood

Through hallways dressed in living green

The veining of a pyramid

The blindness of a water dream

The glint above the swollen tree

The shrimp inside the pillowcase

No heat, no beach, no dust

No, this one is new

A taste, or lack

Or wartime trick

Derivative of laughing

Leaden circle in the air

Falling bright chime on rippling street

And another, hanging there

Turn back, they closed the road

The capsule welded shut and slapped

The fishermen will shake their heads

But first

Don’t look away

The veining of a pyramid

The blindness of a water dream

The glint above the swollen tree

The shrimp inside the pillowcase

No heat, no beach, no dust

The bird became an eel