Iridesce

Would you be annoyed

by a scene lift?

I’d control it;

your comma’s impatient.

I ripped your corduroy,

but I don’t wanna date it,

it’s better in a lazy void,

can’t decide

to take you off my shoulders…

It paralysed,

in an even layer over,

have I come far? It’s taken me under,

and I swear I didn’t notice I was

westernised.

It’s mad, the hum…

I’m at the summit.

Could you be destroyed?

Should your speed shift?

You chose the colours,

but I’m honoured to have weighed in.

Am I in your joy, had I hit your ceiling?

I’m an ogre, but I’m running it close.

Do I really have to resit

if I think that I can cheat it?

If I don’t show face, the numbers know...

Is it arrogant to leave it?

If I blinked it wasn’t real.

Hint: I wish I’d stayed Canadian,

when the four of us were moonlit,

it was pinker than I’d seen it,

our oil glowed, rained - radiant.

Cut it at the join,

did you see rifts?

It's my layover,

and I don't wanna waste it.