All of you float like
dandelion sprinkles roaring faintly
As I wiz by on a rushing road
Car window up and the inside
is panting for autumn
As summer sets to explode
Seeds on the knees of all
these bended down pleas
Face to the sky and the
screaming subsides
For a penitent man shall pass
through the waistline
Of that sand slipping hour
glass
Wrong for the day and too
large for the camel to see
Going nowhere and circular
wrapped like a razor-blade whip
The counterweight in my
dreams holds like a stem
No cuts on her hands and the
slashes wrap my neck bend me in
Like a photograph of a collar
folded up in a corner of a drawer
Dented from dust and
scratches and claws
No more viewing or sewing or
dreaming or knowing
Frame me away in a broken day
Post in a box and mail off
the lot memory of imprisonment
Like the days link like a
chain of all those moments spent
On beanstalk beans and no
sprout drought run away dreams
Thoughts living in a cloud
fluffed up with translucent means
To understand that this is a
fantasy land, the wizard behind the curtain
In a pink pimp power suit and
a butterfly buzzing like a wasp on the move
Pollinate and confiscate
dreams rowing by in a boat with a note that said, got to go
In a silent stiff arm no
tackle and muted alarms
Blame like a top spinning on
a table, is this a dream
Is this going to fall or is
it stable?
Totem on the armor worn like
a mask, dizzy in the head
And thinking it is time to
fast
Will not eat, will not
consume, let her drive by but not in this room
Insulate and exterminate the
bed bugs still crawling around
Itch when isolated muttering
in mirrors, checking the carpet for sounds
Splinter away busted and all
the things trusted
None of it matters scrubbed
out all that blood splatter
Only renting that space with
the red globules on the gray walls
Made a mistake and months
stalled like a traffic jam
Stuck behind a van with the
driver just walking out at the stop sign
Leaving the motor running and
the sidewalk like a perpendicular time line
To skirt forward upon
trespassing on seven random lawns
Crossing over and trample
grass like a hummed along secret song
Known but not exposed learned
in times when she was not so exactly alone
And one day the tune churns
out like a water spout
Spigot spun and a tsunami
comes out
Didn’t know she knew that
route, but she had it mapped out
Stand up, stood up, roughed
up and knuckled up
Duct tape will fix the cracks
of all the broken lumps
Detect the reject like an
aroma of anti-love
Paint on taint like a primer
to restate
Over and over that the colors
will not bleed over
Dark tones sure but the
chemicals make pure
Like absolution from Christ
passed from a man for an abortion of a life
Don’t mistake sin for who
suffers its plight
Trodden and burned father
figure, statue exposed no, I am living this role
Been here from day one and I
am not going to let the words murder this soul
Bellowing and billowing like
a puffer of smoke out of this chimney
In white transubstantiation
like the cardinals just elected the pope,
These emotions on you I will
emote
To the world and let it be
and let it go like a light expanding in infinite directions
Standing at the stop sign
shifting the gear of all these recollections
Stronger and stronger and the
candle burns longer because
I can wax infinite
Like a moon on a linear
rotation expanding in an unbound train track connection
To the universe gravity
busted drawn to a path with out that satellite graft
To a planet that is no longer
home, E.T. to the E.R. caught like a comet tail
Tracking on a light year line
streaking to a supernova star
Earth like a ghetto and the
remainder of God’s creation like a playground
Better move on than straddle
behind that stop-signed side walk out van
With the driver on the lamb,
rev my engine and make my own gravity
Bust the atmosphere look at
the one shot, its no tragedy
All that blur out the window
side dandelions roaring and
I have got my own pride, purchased
not rented,
Not blinking like a butterfly
wing that is bound to move
Carved out like a pirogue
this vessel has its own grooves
West
Africa to the Cajuns of
Louisiana parallel influences
And this boat has no sail but
small and steady, focused and ready
Moved out and on, liquidate
the rocks for pennies on the dollar
Invested and nested in the
curls of the tested metal
Journey for one rather than
settle in the folds of a day that will never stay
Universe is streaking,
galaxies are bleeding out a pressurized glare
Eyes forward and so I will
stare into the folds of an infinite night
In a land of a thousand suns
and zero rotation, gravity on a temporal vacation
Guided on my own, with the
warm blood on hiatus
Maintaining 98.6 on
instruments instead of a solar solace in stasis
One day that will never stay
like a landing pad in an alien world
Until then jetting off,
waiting to claim a footstep like roots to let my flag unfurl
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