The Poem That Wanted Three Parts

Part One
The glorious husher bus
Escorts marbles of blossom huts
On roads and promenades to
Blistering shadows overcast by masks
Leather bound figurines prance
To the effortless window
Making gyroscopic visions turn opaque
And another sunlight falls
Missing its target and illuminating
A darkness that should have never been bright
So the glass is reversed and the ball unrolls
A door hinges itself from the frame
Walking up the steps that once before lead down
To the new heaven that drowned in the flood

Part Two
A dipped toe sends a circular vibration
To the outer limits of the oceans
Sending glaciers to crash into the salty liquid
Guilt rushes to the toe as blood rushes to the brain
And the shoeless matron is sent to the ward
Her sins are forgiven but she threw away the keys
To the paper prison she has folded on her lap

Part Three
A smattering of daffodils
Can’t be force-fed to a fence
That meant to keep all the dancers out
A flower never plucked can’t be compared to anyone
So the man in the horn-rimmed glasses
Smears paint all over the place
But he missed a spot in the contemporary kitchen
Where the silver microwave shines
The spot between the magnets of Stanley Turrentine
And a jazz drummer whose name I forgot
Is left with his records in the garbage to rot
Unless that speckled girl grows up very fast
She’ll never know about his music from the past
Instead she will hum to the beat of a dance
That tells her she’ll make money if she takes off her pants
But lucky for her the record was saved
And now her hairy legs will never be shaved
She will start a movement of great equality
At the moment she is served some chamomile tea