surveying, spectating, struggling
with high ceiling tire swing sets on midsummer daydream i fell asleep on a plastic wrapped hammock in string bean circuit space too much junk jamming our brains with thigh high fiber rich and mold free savings or servings or sweet sugar taken twice daily
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
private momentum metal carcass shedding silver skin and coiled husk footsteps on paved roads chewing up second hand rubber,
demanding hydrogen high hope hopscotch delirium on 24th street rose petals,
under the immutable sway of green leaf lettuce
crisp and plastic
crunching over head, these unending tendrils take root deep in the blood and sprout birthing clouds,
buzzing,
left,
and right respectively
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC