The poster girl of well-thumbed submission,
The American Nurses Association,
A narrow mouthed river in Oregon,
Charles Howard Hinton’s fourth dimension,
A track from Pixies Bossanova,
Antibodies,
Anorexia Nervosa.

Wide awake rushes up my vocal cords

Nothing is so bashful nor sweet to tongues

Make my very eyelids whisper “Oh Lord”

And fall on their kneecaps burn out their lungs.

A Morning breath armchair sipping coffee breath

Red lips punch the mug right in the kisser

Of all the Mahogany nothing’s left

Hemingway spoken floats like a whisker.

I slam the window in Bossanova,

And the armchair appears- smiles a bullseye,

I printed your face without ink toner,

Into an old crossword unmemorized.

Slept like cocoons that anxiety’d worn,

Stomach full of butterflies- your front porch.

Ambition,
Like green ivy,
Is a twisting thing.

She scales walls meant
To divide,
Uplifting spirits like bossa nova
To new highs.

Objects in the sky
Beyond the naked eye's locus
Descend into focus
Filling voids of mind
With lasik clarity.

Super-headed fuel
Refined for
Optimal thought production.

Problems complex appear
Then recede as your motivation
Bleeds like coletrane
through life's storms;

And seeds of preparation

Bear fruit....

~ P
(#BossaNova)
1/12/2015

In, in in
Break the skin
The wave rolls on

Landing rhythm with hearts
and working muscles
Crying cutting-music
from the treasured vessels.

Landing in beds with those lying lovers
And tearing them apart like raw scabs
in, in in
break the skin

He holds himself with strong resolve
He turns his head across the universe
The wave rolls on

Break the skin in,
Rolls the wave on.
Give me bas reflief bossanova beat
In the dusky dawn.
Find the cord that pulls me apart
Find a stronger sinew in that deeper wire

Cut the cord, let me die
Bleed me into eternal life
Cut to harmonics
And erring air

Lovers lying,
Staring there.