Spilt milk revelation

Beatniks Berlin bumtrips: A poem recorded in Victoria Park. Walking through Berlin looking at colors☉ I. The Chair and the WomanThere’s a woman who looks like a tattered old chair.She’s a fabulous creaturewith thick green socks way up over thick as renaissance fair turkey meat calvesa rock medallion as the necklace Everything is worn enough that it seems made—the way that mold comes on to thingsand then seems new and made by natural So fresh and vital Maybe it’s the waythat the sun can catch on a cigarettelook the same white as a full body sweatsuitand dangle the same wayFabric drape Cigarette limp on the lip The sun light is a tight pussy It’s also likes cheeks—and they get fat and hold the sunand dangle like a cigarette, holding in the sun.Maybe the same thingAs body holding sun in this almost empty Library parking lot holding this woman A place to rest with the rock medallion and the green socks worn with calm shell sandals.I think just because they fit her swollen feet,and her face has transformedinto a 1930s snowman cartoon.And she’s bending over in the full snow avalanche,and her green socks are coming up,and they feel real and new and alive—the way the mold does when it’s on old things outside….