Waterfalling Cuddles Poem by Philippe Gravel

Scents of hemp
dorm upon my hold
I walk into the harbour
ten times unsteady sole
I see the jonglers;
while salesmen keep on whipping;
I see the newly tattooed;
freshly engaged overseas;
I see peacock,
Stalled in their usual exhibitio,
Right in the middle of this carnival,
someone lit a flashing dart,
Leaving a scar upon the sky;
Obsolete Andalusia pink tangerine,
Peeled with great wit,
By an experienced skylark,
Skinned, turtleneck,
Falling from above, thick,
Alike a widow's hair;
From my pocket,
I seduced a couple of coins
I trumped their royal heads
For a pitch in side a waterfall;
Just give it a try,
And maybe I'll come a little closer,
To one day see you coming nearby.