there is a fire, somewhere.
the sun/sun making mad love to the mother earth like hey.
hey to the water,
hey to the waves,
& all bits below.
endless mad love.
& electric, sing the youth.
swung the tooth of photosynthetic children trickling like tributaries
into/onto/toward all worldly tufts.
prisoners of the wild.
prisoners of the city, yet swords of something like the heart.
like an amber ale popped spare
& nowhere but up,
baby.
old cassette-tape
as bottleneck netting. this is
stellar
fishing.
who’s wet khakis?
mine.
visitors from the great stars and lush.
tall nettle, tall tent-
city &
popping sap campfires. acid-
dropped and cooler cocked.
rekindle this
bliss,
cosmos.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC
there is a fire, somewhere.
the sun/sun making mad love to the mother earth like hey.
hey to the water,
hey to the waves,
& all bits below.
endless mad love.
& electric, sing the youth.
swung the tooth of photosynthetic children trickling like tributaries
into/onto/toward all worldly tufts.
prisoners of the wild.
prisoners of the city, yet swords of something like the heart.
like an amber ale popped spare
& nowhere but up,
baby.
old cassette-tape
as bottleneck netting. this is
stellar
fishing.
who’s wet khakis?
mine.
visitors from the great stars and lush.
tall nettle, tall tent-
city &
popping sap campfires. acid-
dropped and cooler cocked.
rekindle this
bliss,
cosmos.
