Starry dandelion fish
Collapsible in lieu of catastrophes
Malleable like sand sculptures
& brittle as the thought of sun

Oh seraphim,
your sordid songs
& your smile moves mountains

As we gather ‘round the campfire beyond the tattered circus tent,
our bodies sway crystals ‘round flickering flames.
Carried away by wind/vacillating dreams we carry on tips of tongues.
While eager blue moons drench the swirling smoke & drape
living thoughts, suffocating with intense blues & intense light
the illusion of flight..
As we continue to sway, we leave behind
dreams of eternal life,
we give up on the endless madness that grieved us so.
Mirrored, our movements in the fires that we burn.
Even the flames shriek in agony
when our souls ignite.

Your spirals chase me
into less than lives
on mercury highs & endless
plutonian dreams.

Regardless, a
lack of purpose
in shapely spirals
that tend toward
irrelevance,
is best explained by a
less than negative gravity,
that pulls every single
strand of my heart
into your constantly
expanding orbit.

Oh dear, be less than dark matter
& more radiant light.

Let’s revolutionize the ethereal butchered up remaining bits of intergalactic attack.
Gazelles!
Zebras!
Both victims to the same tyrant.

Incessant and volatile death,
those who never were
didactic masters for themselves
turn to speak;
no words remain.

Not so obvious
to many
Orange soda and forgetfulness
correlate.
But we never know
what is affected

when either are missing.

there are no more
reasons or distractions
no understanding
or logical strings of words

all the excuses you gave
for brushing your teeth
ten times a day
become useless

let them see
the holes you’ve
carved into your soul

the mirror was always
cruel, as you counted
brush-strokes

Small traveler
of this green
scenery
How can I capture
your essence?
I know that you speak

of clouds and blue
skies.
But I wonder
of your
secrets.