Oh Olivia, you are being rained on
The colors are in rainbow patterns against your backdrop
Pretty enigmatic and foggy hallucinatory hairpins
Plucking the leaves and sweet Olivia from the air
Like meadow larks of pierced holes in stomach spots
Saintly sacrament of Olivia in her bedroom diner
A wine to go down and drink away spots of colors
Above the gloomy ground that we know is certain
And the dark shadows that the post forms
From the light of the television illuminating
Olivia I know you are waiting for someone
To take you away
And Olivia I know you’re in pain
From your bound ankles you shake in sleep
A man who sneaks into your window each night
A new brown breather for every season
The milky white of the walls you painted away
Because of him
Who hid and fled to a prison somewhere
In Mississippi or someplace dead.
May your rhythm spark, Olivia
A winter coat for you
To keep you warm when I don’t
Come through that window anymore.
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