XIV

everything marvelous even this
poem (and in this poem) my
head falls off. I end (up) laughing

in a yellow bulb light
that shines like diamonds.

When I think of a lemon tree,
I do not think of green at all.
I think of a yellow tree.

When I think of it, I have
never seen a lemon tree, though
I have seen many yellow
trees (so gracefully) I have seen
yellow spandex and in my dreams
we are eating pills like lemonheads .

                                                  26 August 2003