I moved my chair
into the sun,
hoping I would benefit from its celestial grace

and I hoped I could move myself to do better.

I have sculpted my skin
into mountains and valleys
letting my veins be the rivers that carve away the rock.

make some discovery
expunge it
be gratuitous
protect faux austerity
usurp spirits
know the world is veiled
& ebb out
lest they rue you
in the morning

Ebbing
Flowing
Endlessly repetitious
wearing down
the soft shells and hard minds
riding along it's currents

the sea never rests,
forever tearing away walls
and wood
and metal
from the flesh
of men who do not respect it.

I.
The wretched house
looked upon the sea,
with sagging sashes
and peeling skin,
preserved in the shade
of it’s brand new neighbors.

II.
Subatomic particles
and Mother’s pantsuits
were never quite understood;
after the vexation
they became necessary for no other reason
save for they were simply interrupting existence
and had to be accepted.

III.
Twin-pack printer ink
is only distinguishable from
the cat in the tree
by one feature:
one of them didn’t make the evening news

A lightning bolt is thrown
down the gullet of a moon fish
electrifying the flat body
and sending it soaring
to replace the drifting one above.
the vacuum commonly associated with space
will usurp the lightning from the slippery throne
and the new moon will bloat to fullness before deflating,
just to be replaced again.

A force from the deep
may bubble and roll the waters
before quieting
and snatching the frightened souls from the sailors
to charge the lightning that strikes the moon fish.

The fillings in love's teeth
House frank words
That love's tongue wraps in plain packaging and seals with simple curiosity.
Love does not treat these things
As gifts given by a god.
Rather, love imagines them as everyday praises given to a god,
Recognizing their simple ness and crafting them into strings of orations to be worn around wrists and waistlines in case you feel that you are not beautiful.