i see my dreary muse
she's dressed in brunswick green 
it took a no more hues
just gray plus blue plus green

i stare at the naked walls
they're soaked in brunswick green 
the walls reflect a walz
there's a reliable screen

it never really vex
just green and blue and grey
even my ex's ex
is saturate same way
 
my brunswick chakra's green
part blue and partly grey
like pupils of undine
or heavy bottom clay

abstract myself from fuss
pore black olives' nu
the sound of glass heard as 
the brunswick green-gray-blue 

i set the table 
just for you
also green
gray and blue
but that man 
opposite
in feldgrau
overdid

a wormwood in a pillowcase
in spring of Petersburg

remind me bitter holly
forest deep
twilight clouds
lion's kirk
future war
welding smell
Lorca's rain
Venice street
whirlwind 
on the ocean
p.t.o.