new vision city

Forgive the whirring, my spastic plastic cerebrum,
hands that hold memory like water, words that
splay outward— careless scales of a fish
being sloughed by a swift blade

Instead, give me new vision city,
the home by the backwaters
the garden by the sea-shore

where purple organza jellyfish
swirl under the jacarandas
and the vine's long, lenticellate limbs
entangle in yours and mine

where the earth has buried
the dictatorial drones of factories
and sunbirds sing, circling above us

language leaping towards
the unrelenting light
like silver flying fish

where buses shoal in this
labyrinthic blue womb
filaments of thought
sparking against the other

and where warmth like
love-sick cellophods is
always wending its way to you