green i want you green.
i want you green.
i want blue. no green i want
your green to mean high mass
of trees and bees and brooms.
good! i want your gas. night,
i want your nurse. green
i’ll bear your consequence:
the half-slip, a grass skirt.
thistle give me a stick. muscle
my bungalow. green
i want you black (and green)
—my ration of pistachios.
answer me as onions, no
answer me as air. green i want
your wife to like my green
i mean my underwear. boast,
i want your best and most
i want you more—green
i want your snake to strike
the emperor of ecuador.
green grade, grenade, your luck’s inlaid:
most irish of all bridesmaids.
green butter in the batter, green plate
upon my platter, green song
i’ll sing a serenade.
so green you’ll be my boss.
the trees won’t make a sound.
the nation is a face i’ve seen
the water wants to rise around.
green i know i love you green.
by green i mean engrave me.
what color is that? the color
of wax—my littlest light green craving.
but green you’ve got your filagree.
your wife was my idea. my
yellow buffet, my green array.
green, i want garcia.
but answer me as anyone—sell me
the telephone. hire me
then fire me. tomorrow i will it alone.
dear fear, i’ll do your dare. i’ll bear
that chandelier. green guillotine, sweet
nicotine, my mirror, hang me
—here.