She brought me to the devil—
swept the leaves off my brain
& we jumped in the pile.
After rolling a few
& burning
we bathed in wine
washing our minds
with chicken soup for the soul.

He appeared in the stars
& we smiled—
absorbing his card
through a lovely osmosis
supposing the black roses
hiding behind his back
were cut by a queen of swords.

We skipped roped
w/ a noose
cuttin’ loose our useless
baggage by tossing them over
a stony cliff.
As the devil lit a cigarette s/he mumbled
something about a conscious shift.

The devil gave us a gift—
It was a skull
inside a prince’s disk
shaped discus change purse.
“I bring you death as a parting
gift to show where to put the change.”

We laughed & giggled
as we played with plasma—
that’s liked fire cubed.

Mind pierces time
like a javeline through
a one-hundred dollar bill!

I can calmly explain
all I want
how I see
what I see.

But until our time
catches up to you
the words you just read
have evaporated from the page.

It's the moment you realize
our lives are constantly flashing before our eyes
as we're always a second closer to dying.
It's why we can see so far into the night
for those willing to traverse the harsh--
frigid cave of ancient words frozen in ice.

Tiresome
barriers
separate.

Man labels
to escape
a moment.

Tangible
barriers
manifest

keeping us
from learning
the moment.