laying barren and void,
stripping away flesh,
becoming whole,
pray the earth accepts my bones

the touch of the ether, a memory
fleeting, shrouded, foreign
there is no hope here
there is no light here
buried above ground
lesser than the soil
ever blessed to become the flora
a link in the chain reforged

She is as bright
as a shooting star-
her trail brings beauty
upon this world.
Although I try to her,
she will never be within my reach.
But just to be in the presence
of such beauty is more
than I could ask for.

The whole world is made of you
When the sky looks like your shirt
It's like the earth is laying on your chest
The pulse of the universe your heartbeat
and the drone of massive planets your breath
Every inhale is the galaxy expanding
And exhale a star meeting its death
Just like the cosmos
You are terrifying and you are beautiful

Laughing little man
With no sense at all
Mysteries in his pocket 
Breaking, Building 
Cosmos apart. 

Laughing little man 
Friends with noman 
Meaningless, stringless 
I haven't changed at all 
Flashing images of the past
Broken apart so many times.

Laughing little man
Turn your head 
Moment of attention 
Laying on the lane

Don't you remember ? 
Laughing little man 

Forget, upset, reset. 

©sarcasticbong

I accidentally filled her mind
with serenading cicadas
that erupted on El Dia De Los Muertos,
a piñata swarm of insects,
their nightmarish candy forms
eating away all the love in the universe,
splitting me into two broken halves,
heart snapping like the thunderous crack
of the lumberjack’s axe.

(Echoes, echoes reverberate
through a forest we used to call home,
where her eyes would blink like fireflies in the night,
where the alluring tug of her voice
would spin silky illusions of kaleidoscopic renewal.)

Butterfly wings full of peering eyes,
the precious gift of true sight given then taken,
the other half of me struggling
through the encroaching amber of a parallel world,
crawling like a lonesome ladybug down the trunk of tree,
oblivious to gravity in some small,
dainty way.

Smiles are everything I so long to be,
and they stretched out like infinity’s caress
as I felt the slow thirsty dance of her vivacious mind,
that juke joint of the soul,
ripe fruit underneath mistletoe,
kissing me like it might put out
all the fires burning across the land,
like we were the last match in a galactic cave of darkness,
the hope of all mankind boiled down
to a single, fiery instant.

The tantalizing flow of her heart dress
seemed to yearn for a more intimate glimpse
of this strange bag of quarks:
the tattered remnants of my fallible,
damaged soul,
a laughable patchwork of everything under the sun that means to be human,
a lumbering fusion doing a cadaverous macarena
across the slippery linoleum of the universe;
yet the sound of a soul bifurcating
into both midnight and noon can deafen eardrums
and dry up the most passionate waterways,
sending even the most beautiful rainbows of delicate intention to an early grave.

Poetry Grafted Onto Starlit Bodies

Focused moments,
hot breath tickling
receptive ears.

Whispered words swirl
into cascading souls.

Eyes meet,
gazes held for long
luxurious moments.

2. Daring To Unveil Their Cauldron Of Selves

Starscapes scintillate
as they fall back
into the cosmos
together.

Each tick of the clock
thoroughly elucidated,
boy quantum entangled for eternity
with the girl who is also a tree.

Cosmic bonds of entropy shattered,
never alighting from the cerulean blue sky.

Streaking sunbeams,
marauding moonlight,
mythical monuments carved into the shape of a kiss.

3. A Song On The Galactic Radio Waves (Tuning In To Love Oblivion)

Wasn’t there a time when you told yourself:
nothing’s gonna stop us or break us apart?

Isn’t there a dream you’re holding deep inside (so deep inside)?
Well you’d better let it out before it burns you alive, burns you alive.

For I am so much more
when I have you here in my heart.

And how can I feel any pain
when your healing words
always brings me back again,
again and again?

Jumpstart the engines of this cosmic machine,
we’re leaving for the stars tonight.

Grab onto my hand
like you’re playing that guitar.

Tune in to my wavelength,
and sing like your heart’s on fire,
like your heart’s on fire.

For today there’s one less tomorrow baby,
but still we go higher,
still we go higher.

4. Postscript (Welcome Home)

Tasting plush lips,
skin knowing skin,

hands speaking
in the language of hands.

Two hearts,
beating as one.

Two hearts,
beating as one.

And,
after a lifetime

of hit and miss,
hit and miss,

the cosmos
is finally:

smiling down
upon us.

In the vastness and void
I am just a grain
A particle
The grand opera plays
Through comedy and tragedy
The world applauds
While the speck observes
While the sands of time wash over me
Ignoring me
For I am minute
Solitary
Brief
All my endevours
All my labours
Are fleeting and insignificant
While time resumes
And power waxes and wanes
The glorious bedazzle the stones
The audacious stand, for a short while
Then fade
Just like me
Yet
In my moment
I know
I feel
I love
No grain could have such passion as I
Could ask the questions I dare to ask
Could seek beyond the familiar
To embrace the unthinkable
And taste the unknown
This grain lays upon a hazardous shore
Where tides and fauna hold sway
And the grain does not deride or decide
But acquiesces
With quiet assuredness
This grain does not struggle to be known
Does not beseech the approval of the universe
For in me are all the majesties and mysteries of life
And for me
This tapestry dances
And I rejoice
And I sing
For one brief second
A song
A melody of life
Such as can never be heard from the rock mass
Upon the waves of oblivion, of uncertainty
I flounder
One grain
On the vast shore of existence
Awaiting the builder's loving craft

1.

I am a thin sliver of doubt

floating upon a sea of devastating tranquility.



Yet I dream with the velocity

of exploding stars.


2.

As planet Earth rotates at 1,000 miles per hour,

my mind twirls with dream-time possibilities;



like a ball on a string we simultaneously zoom

around a lemony sun at 66,000 miles per hour.


3.

Even when I try to cease these clock-tick movements

the chemistry of life churns onward as heartbeat by heartbeat

my body rifles through space-time.



In the massive serenity of the moment

I sense the glacial churn of the Milky Way;



though our spiral arm spins at 483,000 miles per hour,

it still feels like swimming in molasses.



4.

As I sink deeper into this cosmic mirror-land

I hear the faint rattle of a snake’s tail

as my perspective morphs again.



Relative to the Cosmic Background Radiation,

the Milky Way barrels through space-time

at 1.3 million miles per hour.



5.

As my essence bathes in the faint

universal whispers of the big bang



I taste millimeter-sized wavelengths

bursting with the flavor of human epiphany,



for I suddenly know that,

since the formation of the Sun and Earth,



the quarks that compose my body

have spun around the Milky Way twenty times.



6.

I am a thin sliver of doubt

floating upon a sea of devastating tranquility.



Yet I dream with the velocity

of exploding stars.