Crash landed stars growing bones through **** backs slacked into plastic chairs. Gravity, it seems, never relaxes. My life is paired with stares pooling up like tulip bulbs ****** through discarded root systems, their breaths so eager for the water between what makes me. Our faces are not cheek but stream and feast and the cutlery of Infinity. Time is tapestry weaving ribs as cathedrals weaving wings when God dreams. What does the universe conspire to be?
Let Moments pool for the synapses we retool for Ache The warm sleeve of nursery school asking me back to Memory The alcohol so thick my skin can't breathe I am church for broken lungs I no longer sing. (And this part is held to the next with bamboo reeds). The universe wants to feel the tug of gravity so deep it elongates my soul into a lily stem reaching roots to sunset tapestry, or Regret. Technology is a nodule ****** of words pin pricking the tidal waves of molecules for rivulets where we can ride Lives Gas light lanterns and torched neon signs spiraling advertismei alike the constellation Jeremiah We ignite beacon cities. We want to be fireflies I am kerosene. Thrive.
The universe wants to feel the tug of gravity so deep it elongates my soul into a lily stem reaching roots to sunset tapestry, or Regret. Technology is a nodule ****** of words pin pricking the tidal waves of molecules for rivulets where we can ride Lives Gas light lanterns and torched neon signs spiraling advertismei alike the constellation Jeremiah We ignite beacon cities. We want to be fireflies I am kerosene. I dive.
Let’s say the stream plays colors in key The stone bridge is made of molecules That no longer agree Time presses its face through your skin And we get to make up the story again Let’s say the trees make rain In strands of starlight strung between our fingerprints and we dance, panting breaths; Red bulbs staining Every face construing mansions from the wet howls of canyons grey with discarded bones from calendars burned for demon ribmeat ripped from the race against me. Let’s say we just keep believing in wings and God paints green in between
Declining astronomical bodies, Events horizon; celestial clouds; Comets, double stars, gammy rays; God casts such a shadow aloud. Black hole absorbing my stare into its side And me, and dreams and scenes; the Heard, And Belief, And that we Die I take a feather, a pebble, Her heart Ricin to weigh the bloodstream And all molecules that come apart
Destiny Is a four pronged moon pulling you into a familiar tune you hummed in the **** where salt water builds us from tides and so I ride the bloodstream before I count the molecules for what is me from the stars between the glide of Dreams dissolving every last heartbeat into endless rivers, gleaming with night
A cantilevered sunbeam, all polished tin reflecting heat of me, the sound of stardust falling through Gravity coal-firing memories, the imperfect math of my breathing I am mining The streams of my brain, spurred estuaries razed for grain, Cataloged clouds of gold heap dusted for tears and Cardinals red with Belief on wings sewn from apothecary leaf We lasso water drops for a ride about this rotting carcass of God black with night, nodules of sulfur reaching down as yellow stalactites as the heavens collapse into a heap of what we wake from, as dreams constantly reminding that we are just slipping