fizzled out
coming to a stop

the firework falls spent
blackened shell back to Earth

Photon?
Aw go on
I don't mind if I do
Well actually
You've got no choice
It is essentially you.

time walks through numbers
sometimes chimes you to action
can startle you out of malaise
nail down a space for remembering
hurry you up to catch a lift
slow you down to relaxing
time can be the ultimate enemy.

riding the cascading cusp
stars spilling across black

unstoppable blue spin
singing Happy New Year.

i dreamt of sunflowers in water
and endless hills; green, rolling
i dreamt of dolphins dancing in the waves

i dreamt of all-surrounding grasslands
and cloudless skies; clear, blue
i dreamt of goldfish leaping through the heavens

She glows with focus,
a fairy who can truly see.  
a helium moon bathes
her, with bluey light.  
Quietly she stitches
by a sky of amber- red tea.    
Silk spun messages echo
through the night.    
She sits and mends quietly,
and fervently, until eternity
is out of sight.

the magnified, mascara applied
                                                    eyes of my skull
burn holes in my thighs
                                       mulling over the size of this hull

i chunder my lunch and wonder of
                                                          everyone else
and if they're also laser beaming love
                                                               i­nto themselves

or if they're boundlessly born with it
                                                              unstained smiles, strained bites
maybe they're just born with it  
                                                   no pained bile or insatiable appetites  

either way, i hardly
                              can infer
if my stomach is
                          half empty
                                          or half full

goldfinches and chickadees
cinched on branches
chirping up the trees
do they sing this song for themselves
to feel at ease
or is it to be heard
for the betterment of humanity

when I write in the dead of night
what is it for?