(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

we're leaving Buenos Aires

the city recedes
like a comfortable snail
as we slowly sail away

the cargo containers
stacked like
colourful playthings,

the old concrete
ministries
the colour of
recycled cardboard

i see a glimmering
skyscraper skyline
of spires and towers
all arranged
in a jagged glass
heart rate monitor
reading

there are the
red-and-white giants
resting on the
dock
iron tortoise cranes
tired of lifting
containers,
sweating heatwaves
-- an almost invisible
antigravity waterfall
of metal
baking in the sun

BWWWWWAAAAA
the foghorn warhorn is sounded
exploding through the air
like a collapsing
cup of black coffee
under an aluminium baseball
bat

our engine rumbles
to life:
a furious army
of diesel-powered
centaurs
with colossal pistons
straining their hearts

we're off
we're gone
slicing through the river
headed for the ocean

our ship leaves a trail
of white watery avalanche,
frothing in our wake

i see the brown river water
and small red islands
bobbing up and down

(perhaps there are
tiny creatures
living on those buoys,
living their own lives

cosy and isolated
like the tiny space
inside a
dusty lightbulb)?

far away,
the dirt-coloured ocean
meets the lilac horizon,

thin and wispy streaks
have been painted onto the sky
beside puffy caricatures,

the thicker
more well-defined islands
above the rest of the clouds
steal all the sunlight,
heavenly liquid gold
pouring from between
the few openings
there are

and then,
when i'm almost staring
straight above me
it all drops off into
the great big blue,
deep and infinite blue
sapphire waterfalls
glacial waters and
liquid softener and
peacocks and beetles
and lapis lazuli dyes.

up above is
the sky that goes on forever
nothing out pure and
unending blue
far larger than me
far larger than life on the ground

at the top of the sky
grow tiny white bushes
and tufts
and streams of thin
stripy mountain mist cirrus

there's not a storm cloud in sight