This is how it zigzags
a thousand bolts of you
rippling night glass
speaking razor blades
through humbling lips.

Following the flash

one spark

is all it takes
to make the forest
write fire.

Crackling mean,
tornadoes of flame
orange red green

caught up
in a blaze
from inside eyes

praying for pools
delivering amens
sharp sun
razor blading library lawns,

prophetic writing
trapped on a bathroom stall
craving blood from understanding eyes,

jaws opening in the ocean of her heart made swimmers fear her depths.

Truth is a ruthless wanderer
  a scar littered bolt of invincible storm living inside rooms of skin.

Watch out
when it speaks.

Razor blades swimming
through water
will cut you open
and force the bottom
to shed its colorful secrets.

You are a cool breeze in August twilight pushing off from green misted river,
that flows through all my dreams,

saving me from disconnected illusions.