The wide sweep of planets that beguile me
Do you want to see me type pages of acrobats,
Leak leagues of sea toxins into a light beam?
Shook off the alarm clock shock and walked with zombies on the mall promenade until the oblong paradox unlocked itself and
But there it’s been sunk in my gut
you should know this if you’ve ever truly kissed
Who in their right mind would acquire 2 overhead projectors, anyway?
the Spring grit / of road grime / salt and care / lessness crumb / ling
from a simple foundation unfurled a universe
a context of wet sands
nobody knows till it shows (so says Schroe)
the broken and the menders
the fates have spoken / so that’s all
you try not looking despite your curiosity
try to otherwise
until you make up your mind / to learn to fly
What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?
because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow
to me you are / dark sky moon / you are too bright to fully consume / oh you pull at me / through & thru
It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release
what good / is the awe / of stars / if we see / only that / we are / worlds apart?
Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick / Sick
who cares / what thinking / matters when making / matters most?
and / looking / to the sky / w/ / a b / -reath / of supremely / real / air
As darkness / inclines itself toward / the stars / There will be a / breath of air / That will become / the exhale of our united sigh
the more you wait / the more you drown in time // so just smile