tip tap
tip tap
tap tap
dipper dapper
tipper tapper

mind the gap
between the lines
between the letters
in the confiines
of the context
of the next word
the last word
the next line
and the last line

and the voids between words are
plump with delicious mountain ranges

queries reveal hidden trails
born by the scurrying
of many a thoughtkin

rustle rustle

It's thirty minutes to three in the morning.
I woke up from a nap that was half a night's sleep.
It told me to take it further than the tips of my fingers.

Then the words swirl around in my head and get
caught in whirlpools going around and around.
Never really quite profound until
something changes
and the flow changes direction...
all it needs is a little guidance,

and there you are being a little sundance.
It's a cute inward angle of the feet,
ankles out and pulling on your fingertips.

I can't seem to write fast enough
to record the rapid vignettes
flashing around my skull.

but I'm dancing in the rain as
sheets of water slip off rooftops.
and I am wearing a tie-dye shirt that
will never fit me anymore.

a shirt my mother made me...

and my brother is laying
at the foot of the staircase
and I am running down the steps
and with four to spare I jump —
landing on his stomach.

a trampoline, I imagined

and there I sit, in my father's lap
out on the back porch,
with a bag of carrots.
I only like the crunch
crunch crunch ptooey!
my brother is wheezing on the couch

and my porch is covered in carrots

Gurl I was on that sad ****
I was gonna lose it
all this time misusin it
abusin it not provin ****

Now I'm a tutti gucci bad *****
leather tutu mad witch
gender switch role swap
listen to the beat drop
drop, drop

I'm a side show tickle tackle
fickle gabber earth battle
pillow blanket thought shatter
mass matter pitter patter
pitter patter pitter patter
glitter
glitter
bomb!

Rainbows and unicorns
and ****
yeah
uh

Save me a smile or two, please.

I filled the caverns of my eye sockets with spoonfuls of confectioners sugar.

Injected play dough into my veins and played with my pulse like silly putty.

Artificially flavored fluids collect in my lungs as I lie struggling to breathe around swollen nothings.

I still have eyelids flapping wildly in the wind over these several sweet mountaintops, only tips of the iceberg.

Bags of skin droop 'neath curlicue loopdiloop eyelashes, over and onto bloated cheeks inflated with forced happiness.

My tongue is swollen with misgiven wishes, protruding from crusty lips, overworked in an attempt to shape a beautiful reality.

Creamy caramel creeps from the corners of each belated blink.

My pores are pushing daisies up and out of my skin as they gush glowing-bright-white yellow-matter-custard, smelling of childhood memories.

Save me a smile.

I yearn to someday make something of utmost individuality.
But it seems today I'm pensively turning blank pages perpetually.

It seems I'm marred, and it's
macrame macrame, same thing every time.

Presumably, light of it comes, but with what am I left as it goes?

Retinal scarring! Badum poots.

Maybe some knots in the cords of my back and creases down the corners of my every smile.

What comes up
must go down
dimple dimple frown frown
Come on outside for a while!
Sunshine daisy daffodil!
Hills and valleys, mountains
and canyons it's a whole
life story out there

But then I sit down
sit down,
and pluck the same strings
same strings.
Different order
same strings.
What'sit bring?
What's it bring?

Today I sit down
sit down
to tell you a story.
It's a short story,
but it's also a long story.

Like a mountain range you see from miles away without walking it's entire length.

I was a little monster with blinders on.
I took to my parents in a way of which I'm not too fond.
I was an orb of obsession and wrinkles of scorn on her forehead.
I was particles and waveforms trying to ride a bicycle.
I was ropa vieja mistaken for some kinda soup.

Papá!
You taught me how you saw the workings of the universe but you worked it like a cockroach. You turned me into low tail low tail grinding on the guard rail. Ready to flip over the side and tumble tumble crash. I was ready to die. You sewed my face onto screens of LEDs screaming with the cries of unclothed children. and you left me crying Mäma!

Mäma!
Saving grace grave face I'm sorry for what he's done to you. I see the weight of over two decades worth of ball and chain dead leaves still dangling from your eyelashes. I see you ripping them out from the roots when it gets to be too much. I solemnly sit beside you at that cursed kitchen table trying to wish on as many of my own so that yours may grow back without any fault. Oh, but I see them sprouting out all crooked in all directions and whenever you bat an eye you run the risk of years of silent tears tumbling on back in an attempt to finally be heard.

I've learned that no truth will come from the wishes you make on the lashes you take with force. Let 'em go with grace. Leave them alone and let them fall from your face like the loudest raindrops.

Our wishes come true just as we speak —
and listen...

Whirrr
whirrrrrr
whirrrrrrrrr

The difference in the frequency the tone that the two lightbulbs in my room resonate at is approximately 3Hz. Whirwhirwhir
Whirwhirwhir

Out of sync
Out of sync
Out of sync

The dissonance is pulsating around the room, bouncing off of and into every surface therein. Wuhwuhwuh and my ears hear my ears hear my ears hear it at about three times per second. Wuhwuhwuhwhat were you saying? I'm sorry I'm sorry the lights in my room are out of tune. The lights in my room are out of tune. The lights in my room are off.
What were you saying?

I'll mind ya like a monsoon you hurricane gale force spirit wind, you!
Seems like you can't see past the eye of your silly storm seems like it's easy breezy bright light night sky lemon cheesy moon.

I'll mind ya like a monsoon of rabid baboons don't steal my life wine it's not mine same light same shimmer. Everything's every color but the one I see.

Oh jeeze oh jeeze
gimme a squeeze