Don’t you want to Achieve the vision He said with eyes So crystal blue We can see it Written on your Face I sense No connection To these people We can all be Top performers If we elevate One another Hey your onions Cut too small This is me Elevating you I smell onions And tortillas And vegetables Oil dishwater Carbon on the Grill top scrapings She has got some Vague expectation Written on her smear Life is like a Postage stamp Her makeup is Too thick crossing Over leopard print Tattoo underneath Her left arm Message managers Are wondering what’s Wrong with you My gentle restaurateur You and your wife Are wondering why A child this June Another restaurateur A new store opens Every two days Like a virus spreading Smiles of cold blue skin I dreamt last night My breathless image Of being caught Inside an elevator Of an old casino I was parked on the 28th floor security Was out to get me I want to be The tired reason Your brand new magic Realization The dream you Don’t wake up from I want to fall into Flesh disappearing From the white spots Of your eyes No sounds heard Settling in your head Spread out among The cold far reaches Of your yesses Coagulate like Hot black venom In your fingers Be drawn into The cracked corners Of your lips like Raised beds of Cacti in the sun Holy stolen In your boots I am no sinner Cast me thru the Farmlands of the Black seed I am going Home to where Your eagle’s waiting Eyes of plenty Vines that Creep among The tangled people In their fever dream Announcing lampshade Shadows holding Form from in the Broken molding Here I watch my Not-self wonder At the wretched Timeline of reactionary Heroes Tired old mothers Wandering up the stairs To their misfortunes Glasses brought back Full of orange juice and water I am drawn upon A silver second Lost into a fog She is obvious in The way that she is leaving I am almost out of Oatmeal and songs Silver for my floors Time evaporates This instant Like a clean and subtle Memory of everything You say or do or wake to All your riches and your fables Are a lamb sworn Into custody Of the same slate asylum Battered boats near docks Knocking water Into snake holes Wandered under Painted bridges Holding no collapse Spending hours and days Washed up on drowsy Shoreline nettles Chipping flint stone fire Extinguished under floodlights