outdoor plaid

The Yearned for Outdoor Plaid

Trinkets and by-products rise and awaken and turn,
demonically laughing, on the numbed logician.
Spectacles slip through street gratings made of sweet chocolate
that return to taunt the haunted whore.
Hearts of melting butterfat pour an aimless way
of interpreting senses perverted in drafty schoolrooms
with blackboards reflecting the yearned for outdoor plaid.
And the young innocent eyes still meetable in melancholy revery
solidify and fall into rivers
of untrue
but dearly held beliefs
of aged wise ones.