“Ever look up pronunciations?”

Stripped of their fleshy chests, words are
just bones and gristle threading teeth that eat them.
Feel time, in its natural twilight, run over the words until
they are just beads at the bottom of a good sleep which  
is all childhood is anyway.
Why you had superpowers and different worlds
and falls and bee stings didn’t hurt,

not really /ˈrē(ə)lē/

We are free in God’s blue lungs to run,
to bask
But there are ribs and muscle above us
And capillaries and aoveoli at our feet and
The words of our conversations are on borrowed air and
Our Lord takes a breath and asks us to sleep
So His Dreams may Be

-wacked revenel,
a Buick laid down, it's a skinned brick
hurled into the third rib
of 18 wheel traffic strung so ten-
uously from the horizon I jump on,
Vibrating with AWAKE, my soul
still separating....

From Infinity stars to infinity grass beneath my feet
Infinite molecules dropping the ceiling to eternity
The first stars didn’t sing
They drew the darkness from relativity
They were God, falling
Like Insanity, a happenstance of a gravity
And so there is a sun
And heated seas that pump me for teeth and symmetry

The moon as a field of headstones placed before
The Flocks of marrow,
Silver tipped 737 searching cloud covers
for the ghosts responsible.
A Grand Opening
Store has a spotlight spearing the night as high
As I can imagine air goes before it
Is space
And I trace the distance through the windshield, hoping everyone
Sees such blasphemy because maybe
We can all finally breathe, counting how many steps
it takes to leave

The grass rises wild,
flowers blasting
from the poets grave but
He did dream of cosmos fishermen
and is casting.

I guess Jesus ventured so we’d have skin.
A difference between water and benevolence
I love the urge to defy a God
who wills such resistance to the fog
Of time, Pump Gypsies, folded trachea, funeral attendees
and the cloveture between of all
Raindrops in the Andelluvian sea.
Time and People dissolving the I Believe.