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Robert C Ellis Sep 2018
Disintegrating integers returning thoughts to ether
Distill my Wednesday morning
into
Para morir;  primate;  Genus: mammalia
The universe explodes every atom I
include

So much then for the coffee,
This indigent soul revving his bloodstream
My body cannot rest on this earth
All life expanding to fulfill the dream
Robert C Ellis Sep 2018
Lithe, pharmaceutical muscles regulating microfiber hairs
Draw from the primitive neglect and sin
A clarinet changes the chemistry of champagne
Inside Humanity again

A stock infection of planets and galaxies
and their debris
Small enough to be e coli
and atomic dreams
Beading with the warmth of breath, persisting,
Naming dragons and archers in the infinity,
The cocktails brew people at the seams
Their sentences clapping the breeze
Into a day, or a season,
or her hand leading
Robert C Ellis Aug 2018
If music were Arrhythmic it would consider us
On tinsel wire lit into net to beads
Eternally reaping
The clink of solar windmills
Echoing, echoing until it becomes flesh,
Tired, ringing decibels
Filling with water and becoming eyes
So that Death is a character
Swimming just past the horizon;
Collisions become heartbeats
Become locomotive thoughts
Charging westerly winds
Until our faces hone, stormed
And born.
Only my soul is left to fall,
Cygnus x-1 in a pool,
My life a distant call
Catalogued by the stars,
Noted for declination; classified pulsar
My words are dust in another’s space
But they recall fire and I blazed;
                                              Numerically, years;
                                               Physically, rage
And the only thing that breathed were dreams
And they sail, eternally, past the rhyme (Time)
They’ll still float when I return to haunt you;
They cast no light but they guide and sigh.  
Alive
Robert C Ellis Aug 2018
Maybe our souls explode
Rip through the cartography of cells
forming reefs forming anodes
In the key of Cassiopeia
We sing free of the bones
Robert C Ellis Aug 2018
Every term of the universe is a human verb
They are fused in necklaces we don't disturb.  
There are gods and we make them constellations
From my porch we finger their cancerous radiation
Robert C Ellis Aug 2018
The universe wants us
Our indigenous proteins scalloping thin shoulders blades
Into riveted glades to shake Gravity
Deoxyribonucleic infrastructure fracturing
Bleeding, Fiends
Comets in the air we breathe
Scouring thrusts of History
ego me miseriae
Viscera lips render sulfur stents
In my imaginary
Robert C Ellis Aug 2018
Hades escaping the first leaves of virginity
The realm of Io scattering molten silica
In degrees
Water drops from God’s shoulder burst and buried
Her eyes at my scar;  she stops the bleeding
Sucrose sun whetting the crest of a bee
The dutiful molecules of my shirt sleeves
Zaccheus in a sycamore tree
Her words on a southerly trajectory
Crawfish in my grandmother’s stream
The Battle of Moon Sound beaching infantry
A northern gannet nesting her babies
The decibels of smoldering wood beams
Flesh constructing hairs in the breeze
Molecules muddy as I try to breathe
Ghosts approaching the Andromeda galaxy
Stars floating to the top of the stream
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