My body never did what I wanted it to
A graveyard by a river
It never flew

I’ve got to stop thinking of my molecules as mine I know
Its just the settling sublime explosion.  
WE LOVE THE PAST BECAUSE WE LOVE FIREWORKS
and from a distance you can more colors, deeply.  
My words kick up life like cordite and borax,
residue powders from the uneven burns
of haphazard chemistry.
That’s why you say God practices medicine.  We with alcohol do doctor
infinity
like blind painters drunk with the childishness of being.  
WE TAKE CATHEDRALS OF TREES AND MINE THEM FOR
HEARTBEATS LIKE OURS, TO HOPE TO SEE
but like Time the most Beauteous colors stew
from turpentine, smashed moths and mint leaves
and collect in rusting cans in spent houses
that rot roadside but never fall.  
They stare with the inevitability.,;:^

Tithing ,the soul
The eyes
The ocean breathes
Tides
Blue is Earth, universe
But our blood is aged and stagnant
Recirculated red
And the microscopic wet lizard spirits
Breed until their voices grip our heads

You’ve got to Tumble atoms into reaction
Like playing with my wild dog
Like digging ditches or squeezing
Honeysuckle until the smell won’t wash off your fingers
Break the seals off a Twilight
That lingers

Everything builds offspring.
Wombs birth children
Eyes make tears
Skin curls dead cells into goatees
Minds father Fears
Night’s procreation, Day
Itself makes Junk and Fuss
Those unkempt children setting fires
To burn off all of us.

Lungs are His cathedrals, on this night A
Boeing 737-7 cuts a spotlight
between twilight and dream
Gods breath carving alveoli with a 10:35 flight across rib bone
and destiny
It is the curse of existence, trajectory
Neither sleep nor sunrise will stabilize me

A forest; the woods.
Time's apothecary
Mix your hands up to the arms in
Dirt and leaves
Until there's no difference
Petiole and vein,
Recollect Chemistry