"Yellow Pharaohs" (New poem, 2022/06/27).

before you were born
there were many stories
women
pubs
deaths

there were heroes
basking in the lizard-like moon-gravity
dust boots
fairies
of control-rooms
dwarfs and giants of methodical grief

at the on ocean
sun heat brick on shallow water
drink dew drops for amethyst
there are colors
cold-blooded
prisms
of acid headquarters

they
color the aura yellow
aura sun heat shallow
there are pharaohs in the garden
their space-flying mouths
glass office
answers

from the off sunrise
they laugh with flowered laughter
combine eastern gardens
with night-flying dead-white ironic
shelter-walls
say, hey, there's
warships on Washington
where
passengers became professors
but writers returned their seed

there are pharaohs in the heat
sun dawns the way
way up to the colors of their aura

queer mirrors
yellow, sacred yellow
pastel
and yearning