Songs of the long green shadows

The subterranean barks bent the moonshine in two
Just to find the subtracter got cold feet
And addition had the moon splayed
Spanning the Pacific
Two nights over the Amorites and Hittites
Spelling the roosters to rafters
Among the spillgrass roots and their onionskin bottoms
Long morose to moonrope molecules
Splitting sunlit moonshine
Spilling while the dogfish explained marshmallows
And trilobites left without explanation
The dogfish roared in the catfish wake
Exploring corridors for cogfish wine
And the whimsy bent shadow shrank ghettoes
Leading to train drivin snores
In the bottom of night
As stars began to stitch
Songs of long green shadows
And togs began to spin
Clogging doors of moonshores
Sinking sand sifting songs
Trilobites left no explanation
Just out the door ingrained
Sifting songs of the long green shadows
The rest of us left behind.

Denis Streeter 7/5/14