Wanna be bop, a bu bop, a blue bop, a green?
rainbow in the night’s the most beauty I’ve seen
among the stars under the sun this side of the moon
still looks young but it still looks
the same old young still it looks for anyone
still enough to split the silence in two
one of you
so still
I’m glad I came to see
what I knew was less than what I saw
the more I see the more I awe
the mores I awe the less I knew
that what I found was me and what we lost was you
were looking for me to bring back some true
and who was it who
brought back the bird
that flew away overhead
over all our heads a ways away
and said “The beetle is dead,”
I
turned
it over it
turned
me
back
some people they just like it like that is
why I just take pictures of things
I do not understand
I try not to comment
I do not interrupt
I won’t interject
I do not interpret
I refuse to reflect
I will not understand
why
because
interviewing is too much trouble
and re-viewing is much too much too
so I will stick with viewing
and just try to be-new what I know
and bestow what I knew if I could just see
what was going on then
I could stop the octogon !!
(That one that’s always trying to STOP ME.)
Some people, they think fake orchids are better than real daisies
these people they crazees
they crave one genuine moment between two people or
one flower and one minute of one hour
is long enough to see the moon beam the sun shine the star streak
say catch me if you can
I’m a boy not a man
Don’t you dare try to make me grow up and pay off a mortgage.
Ice cream’s my only shortage is
!one daisy!
and one day
to day
free day
for the day
when five six seven heavens
will ignore a score of plastic orchids
with plastic flies for plastic eyes
seeing plastic water droplets on plastic leaves
makes me want to close my eyes and plastic sneeze on
where our world’s gone to
I might not ever know
but I no, I’ve never been here before
although I can tell you there’s nowhere to go
what I mean is I’m quite sure that I could water plastic plants anywhere
and I might, anywhere but here
they only have plastic water which they see
as too precious to pour on a daisy
poor daisy, say ‘Please!’
and I will
say “For me,”
today,
“One daisy’s enough.”
and what’s more, is I would die
once more
for you
this time
to cry
the saltless non-plasticky tears of joy
for one small boy
over one small flower
in one small minute of one tall hour.