acraein

It's not the bloom
Not the hue
Nor the blues
Or the cues
It's the flora fauna

Butter tunes 
Filling shoes
Fixes crude
Super glue
Got that azure aura

Look alive
Little moon
Rocket ride
Landing crew
Watch the crater

Too
In the groove
Miss the muse
Camera crews
I'll do it later

Turn to you
Still I swoon
Stutter smooth
At twenty two
Until forever

No excuse 
Drinking fumes
Faulty fuse
Hit the snooze
It's the carburetor 

A sloop
On the soup
Maybe four
Maybe two
Later alligator

If I cleaned my gutters out
I wouldn't think about
Violet flame.
Flowers drink rain.
So I wouldn't say lilacs 
Are hydroponically hard to maintain.

I'll know my fire went out
If I eye that bathroom grout
and feel ok.
There's no way
I'll get to it.
Nothing you can't clean with spit.

So long TV static sound.
You'd turn it up because you'd found
You'd feel ok.
Feeling frayed,
Another stage,
just treading common ground.