All of us
Everywhere
This is a testament
To tennis matches
And tornadoes
It's ambivalent and polymorphous
With residuals of hungry mothers
Lovers discover the territory of harmony
Words can’t reach their campgrounds
I found the Sun
Under a serpents den
Where men and women grow tired
Of burning their fields again
We need threads to tie our heads to the stars
So instead of lighter fluid we gather
Mustard in the yard and a garden of herbs
To bathe in; in the dark
The scent of mint is the immanence of heaven
A lavender symbiosis self-evident
Synthesizing sin and scintillation
A tangible tangent
Tantalizing and talented
Beyond our wildest imaginations
Your candle lit canopies
Are only rarely ever filled to their capacity

A redistribution of confusion and misrepresentation
Cultural assimilation appropriated itself too swiftly
Yes i'm disappointed but please tell me something new

The law of non-compliance persists
We take our love wherever it fits
And lately I've grown accustomed to it
Really

In the morning we find our manners
And get out on the road
With little more than a cup of coffee
We truly can not afford to behold a bunch
Of flowers, nor to read these sordid letters
Until after lunch, when our itineraries are done
You come pry my eyes open with your fingers
And lift the curtains of my heart, in the evening
The stars are shining in wakeful tyranny
Defying everything I’ve wanted to become

This music caresses you
As the islands of ambivalence digress
In degrees we become simultaneously
Cheaper and more abundant
Fun is always relative as the furniture weeps
So we piece together meager earnings
For to survive is to be free
And life is a bargain made from rhythms
Molded in herbs that make you rhyme
And soaked in the fiery bowels
Of a barrel of locally spiced ***

Superfluous the sound of rain
Falling on your shoulders
Shards of shimmering pavement
Shattered before your feet
We breathe deeply and partake
In hoary rituals so ancient and complete
We can only vaguely remember them
Upon awakening from sleep

We are bereft of brachiation
Brandishing our hats like baseball bats
They place sovereign sandcastles on the table
Like mandalas of sound
Until we all drown in waterfalls of pounding words
More absurd than anything you’ve ever tasted
I complain more often than i’d like to
But then again these days, who doesn’t
I won’t be punished by your pancakes
Nor chase you through the pouring rain

Can we agree to believe in anything
Before life fades away
We shake our head again each day
There are countless apples in deliverance
So we partake in escapes so impressive
That trouble comes to collect our autographs
We are infamous and i knew I needed you
The moment I saw you staring at me
While i made myself a sandwich
We are artifacts of another time and place
It seems the remains are fading and so are you
But please don’t fall asleep, tonight
I need your many faces to keep me company
We are tracing our contemporary lives
With minds and bodies underlined
Pining for a little beauty and perhaps an apology
I am opinionated like an article of clothing
A particle of compulsive residue
We are shuddering at the sound of molecules and ions
These non-ionizing operations of insight
And licenses of poetic defiance
We are appliances of self-discovery
Upholstered in our recovery
Eating mustard greens and banana leaves
A distant relative of organisms and multiple *******
Are we awake or just bumbling through our lives
Do we divide our time between essence
And deferential retribution
Contusions of fortitude sorted and surrendered
We are the sundry insouciance
That keeps plundering our own protuberances
Money for nothing and living is free
Breath is abundant and so we sing
There is harmony, melody and your feathery feet
Are all over the upholstery
Your company is cheap
So we take leaps of discomfort
Only to discover that we all equally
Hurt and burn in the firmness of determination
Commanding action with the least bit of understanding