Mumbling, mumbling, intoxication
Ripping your lovely white dress on the front door step
You wonder how long you can keep this up.
Mumbling, mumbling into obliteration.
Closer to the each other, screaming mad.
Seventy watchful eyes on you,
Hopeful, hopeful, incantations.

Lustful brown teared eyes
Fixed on green snake eyes,
Quivering lips touching secretly in the quiet coat room
Famously ending in abrupt awkwardness.

You raised your glass in high spirits
Pushing, pulling into temptation
Still mumbling, intoxication
Wishing for more than incantations,
Mumbling, mumbling into obliteration

You pummel rocks
with a mightier force than most,
you swing your head with a motion unknown to man,
you spit with fury into the starry, night sky,
rocking the sweet earth with your thunderous,
triumphant roar.
Pebbled rocks beneath your rockin’ polished shoes,
And with a handful you launch
like a Meteor striking the earth’s atmosphere at a million miles a second,
but the moment they hit the wall you’re gone.

Moon over in the East, 30 degrees west.
Rise, rise over the meridian line.
Sink below sea level.
Sun on Wichita, Kansas.

Bright red house under the pale clouded sky.
Daffodils on the windows,
Perking when the bees buzz by fluidly.
You let the roses fall between your fingers
Like water dripping from the faucet.
Seven degrees warmer
And we’ll burn in hell.

Lets go to Maine i hear it’s warmer at noon
And the dogs don’t prowl the streets.
Lets move to Iowa where the farms out number people.

You let your hair fall
Like a rock slide down your shoulders.
And you told me you felt a little under the weather.

Bare rose colored lips spitting Minnesota slush.
You thrash expertly with an accelerating fury,
Like a volcano spewing molten lava,
Cursing upwardly.

You stared up from the cold rock ground.
Monstrously,
Savagely.
Seventeen steps away from me.
You beat Satan’s rooftop with fists full of anger.

Aggressively,
Ferociously,
Now ten steps apart from me,
The beating orange ball made your fury grow.
With a rising intensity.
Now five steps from me.

Your lavish brown hair finally resting on your shoulder
Cautiously,
Patiently,
One hand away from me.

Lying,
Thinking,
Dreaming,
Forever being,
Not really seeing,
Tossing,
Turning,
Smiling,
Seething.

dark stars like pin points in the earth’s celestial shield vacuum air from my window like millions of streaks of light flashing across my eyelids with little to no concerns my personal concerns at the present moment appear much more disconcerting hyperbolized beyond the reach of mind and i’m floating between this world of reality and true-but-not-really scientific laws and theories that no ones ever thought could exist

Restlessly,
Mindfully,
Awake.

Starlight on soft clarinet.
Moonlight on jazz solo.
Empty auditorium
Even more empty stomach.
Your black painted nails
In daffodils on the fresh looking lawn,
Beat to the tambourine.
Jazzist smiles his sunglasses smile
And blows his smirk into riffing saxophone
Exploding into blues chords
Floating, like smoke,
Filling our lungs inwardly.
And you look up at me,
Blades of grass in your hair,
And you laugh.
And that's how i know you're still breathing.

Tight faded blue jeans
Sinking below sea level.
Rolled up the ankle
Like a late 80's fad.

Moon rising over drunk New Years Eve.
And footsteps, alarmingly, from the East.