La Far

Love Streams

59 l o v e s t r e a m s He was choosing colors, sounds Of clouds, that year he was Troubled with his room, Through what philosophers Of clouds, that year he was Housed and thunderous, wet Through. What philosophers He read, he hid Housed, and thunderous, wet Windows, differently pulled, He read he hid By time, a glass hand. Through Windows differently pulled The rain like school to where By time, a glass hand through His hair brushed back The rain. Like school to where Sits at a desk, the chair that had been His hair brushed. Back At the window now a clearing 60 Sits. Saddest mind, a lengthened spill, In the mornings he stands Wading through a source’s arms to Lie and feel like popping up In the mornings that he stands, Until the wintry chances of a face Lie, and feel like popping. Up For a late wind in the house However slow, holding. His mask of green Thought this was going to be Really a loop of standing Like everything else Thought. This was going to be Funding the central happiness Like everything else Unfamiliar with the process Funding the central happiness. But what violet flaw Unfamiliar with the process Of two days’ thought he had, What flaw but An active remembering of the better Of two days? Thought he had A lover seeking the evening rush An active waiting in a brown study, Playing men for a day now 61 Violet, prematurely the Workweek ends Playing. Men, for a day His voice is going to Work. Weekends Calling him, where before there was nothing His. Voice is going to Trouble with his room Calling him where? Before there was nothing He was choosing colors’ sounds. ...