"Today I sit pinned to my anxieties ... "

Today I sit pinned to my anxieties
a peanut in the sky
she who wants nothing but hugs shrugs
With a comforting hand between the thighs
     it's the right colour, but sloppily applied
"Life was grisaille so I painted my eyes"
to see who's at the show and what they're like
and blind, bald, invisible am come
to praise her every day.
"Je vous aime" I said, because it was a farm, and formal
solid electronic and not at all mechanical.
The long lines of houses go on until they are drowned in the sea
but her loveliness lies distant, and verily
waking up in the gloom of noon
"If I'd been sleeping, I would've run right over"
The door and the floor score an orchestra together
together      we enter the blue eventual building.