Steamboat
I hurl a million watermelons into the roof
of the skyscraper below. Fruit soothes limbs
bulbous busted across pavement.
Seeds sprout eyes as the lake water bristles.
I see a sliver moon, my parrot a harvest,
a cloud clothes the lamp causing the crimson
to vanish. Once under the L the bouquett
thickens, mustard clouds bursts my bubble.
My candle blinks around the flamingo corner.
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