levy on the tapedeck sayin
we bild dreams that bloom bloom bloom bloom

in his nasal harping way (bloom bloom)
and noone sees the tulips on coventry

for they's been tied to shet. and noone
smelled the lilacs and wisteria on my
porch

cuz of the wet. but relentlessly the
purple things bloom bloom bloom.
and i dreampt a place had hydrangeas, even.

i dreampt a place had eleven levels of green.

the wetbrown stalks growd happenstance
to what was a-bloom. o ida swoon.
do. but critters weren't bemused.
and walkers just hardly lookt. and rains went.
and soon it were all a-droop.

i know folks'd dreampt droop droop
droop. its the seconds before any droop
where purples are felt. like a low blush smile.
like a pulse. on a baby's arm. bush waltz.
saffron whisps in violet lites /on a face---
(in threes) droop. droop droop droop.

levy built dreams id wait in line to ride on.
but i rarely go to get amused.

still i understand his fashion
of shadows, under brick say.

o i always wunder what exactly he
thot of the faces black purple bloom