Piping Hot Sublimity

Together the resounding clouds like hibiscus
Or something more eternally shattering

And more resonant of the blissfully hot climate
Like magnolia, hanging cirrus cloud

Of gargantuan tyrannosaur tooth
De-bubbling in the vapors of some south bound jet,

Jamaica blue and water, or iron ground shavings
Of rain, I am opening the door to you Monsieur

Here is the rent and a little card upon which women
Make irises of lost hair,
That is, that which is lost

Strikes us down and we, standing in the rain
Are dead in the water,

Kvetching at the ability to breath.