Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Poems in Letters, part 2

The gifts of Lucy, with chunky smells, hauled across the plateau:
1.A light cunt, lightened by aperture. 
2.That swelling face, as red as a tongue. 
3.Something we were letting coil in our ears, those pushy disturbances. 

You  were interested in women as dream states. 
You entered the personal through that doubt 
whereas I was the daughter with bad character (better 
than the feminine trinity of prissiness
self-sacrifice & bad sex). 

...so much tissue wasted on a dream!

LUCY
When your arms crunched my ribs, 
holes opened up in my psyche 
& I was spongy & clear...
LUCY 
with the big Eraser,
all my feelings
turning 
vapor


Now I feel, uhh, wedded to evil. My brain keeps serving up nasty pop-tarts
in which peace of mind is indicated by bubbles of lust. 
What you & I did was so good it was nauseating. 


xox
camille

camille roy