True blue of dreams

True blue of dreams

A white pigeon and a black pigeon

On a distant T.V. antenna,

Just now sun comes down upon its wings

Pecks and eats peanuts out of my hand.

One has unveiled the intone of grief somewhere.

The quivering violin

That some one is playing

Waving through the alley.

 The alley of a missing Sunday is quite.

Evil one eye of a tomcat        

That has been maimed by a spirited kitty

Crying out its hunger

From this side to that side of the passage .

A passage of time

None has crossed it ever.

The feverish terrace of old house

Smiles with deception.

This is an alley

With a white pigeon and a black pigeon.

This is the alley

Where roams Cyclopes cats

And, abstract violins.

This is a missing sun

                                                                Day

                                                               I have only seen

                                                                  In the bluest of my dreams.