Chinese Apple

If I sleep too much

A good Chinese apple

Shine to the touch

Of my sleeve

Feeling capital

It's hard to change

Something supernatural

Unlock my body and move myself at last

Into warm liquid, flowing glowing glass

Classical music, blasting masks are ringing in my ears

Am I waiting for the uncovering

Of simple paths between the branches

Flowering chance

Fence-slats rattling

Fingers pushing through

Slowly brushing past

A fast glimpse of you

If I sleep too much

A good Chinese apple

Shine to the touch

Of my sleeve

Feeling capital

It's hard to change

Something supernatural