i am sitting outside,
searching a sunset:
a plant loving light,
gobbling it up through
every pore.
Looking for the pinpoints
of ancient transmission.
i see a bulge...NO...
two, THREE!:
alien fingers pressing
latex event horizon,
mixed palette cornea burned.
(*Just a flashback, a
cold beach night in
my memory, feeling
small in the universe
again; chain-smoking
unfiltered cigarettes,
forcing a process, tasted
bittersweet on the
tip of my tongue.*)
i hate you, Florida,
but every where is equally
beautiful in the now.
None of it is home.
i don't know what that means...
is it here, where i am
understood, examined?
i am cold, seeking fire:
i need to cut you wide
open, Luke's Tauntaun, and
stuff you full of my words,
replace your white insides
with black and gray ink.
To live.
To BURN.
In the light, the way of forever.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
i am sitting outside,
searching a sunset:
a plant loving light,
gobbling it up through
every pore.
Looking for the pinpoints
of ancient transmission.
i see a bulge...NO...
two, THREE!:
alien fingers pressing
latex event horizon,
mixed palette cornea burned.
(*Just a flashback, a
cold beach night in
my memory, feeling
small in the universe
again; chain-smoking
unfiltered cigarettes,
forcing a process, tasted
bittersweet on the
tip of my tongue.*)
i hate you, Florida,
but every where is equally
beautiful in the now.
None of it is home.
i don't know what that means...
is it here, where i am
understood, examined?
i am cold, seeking fire:
i need to cut you wide
open, Luke's Tauntaun, and
stuff you full of my words,
replace your white insides
with black and gray ink.
To live.
To BURN.
In the light, the way of forever.
