I watch streetlights far below,
like an iridescent ocean
of fresh alien coral and
in the reds and the oranges and the blues I can see flickering,
the wind existing
regardless of
anyone and anything
and I know I see it only because we
manufactured false light and
chemically altered night.  

Distant revelers take up the fight.

When waters are so slowed to tepid
And are infected and
Draw breath, and heartbeats detected for medication
Because disease is self-feeding
And forming nations

That’s the Everything dream
Find wings beneath the flesh
Enough to tear the shirt at the seams
Be the universe that percolates between

Mankind has one chance to bloom
The dogwoods burst every season
But they have roots deep into earth
Mankind is tied to reason

A tree is a cemetery of atoms
much like me
Together we bend skyward and see
Where we, ourselves, used to be

My Yorkshire terrier likes to sleep
Where these particles tend to breed
Within me they stitch a harmony
And he lays his head, devotee

Space it seems is a distillery
Where every emotion ceases to be
And God is cultivated to believe
That we are the vehicle
to everything

I Hate it when Time presses
its depthless face
against the GLASS and
I have to Fight the
urge to walk PAST the
bulbs on the stars
coming loose,
like all seas do,
and HIS hands, like they’re depicted in cathedrals:
carved from clubs,
dirt in the creases,
waving in the darkness
and wonder if I will LAST

I Hate it when Time presses its depthless face against the Glass

and I have to Fight the urge to walk Past

the bulbs on the stars coming loose, like all seas do, and HIS hands, like they’re depicted in cathedrals: carved from clubs, dirt in the creases, waving in the darkness

and wonder if I will Last