#bioluminescence
That night beneath the fireflies /
The skies were bioluminescent /
I understand that these moments are transcendent, /
Beyond me /
The width, height, breadth, & depth of my imagination /
Could ne’er have hoped for thee. /
It’s unfathomable. /
01-02-2026
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 9:42 AM UTC
Drunk, we walked west to the ocean,
drop soup and sake,
sloshing in our guts.
You would marry in twenty days.
I stayed close,
swallowing the words
that would’ve ruined it all.
In seven years,
I will have a son.
You will bury yours.
We will wonder - quietly -
if souls can be traded,
if grief moves
like a current
between blood that is not blood.
The tide was electric,
a woman waded in,
cupped bioluminescence
like an ember from the deep.
We stood apart from the others,
two men
bone-wet and wind-bit,
trying to scratch our names
into blue light,
signatures gone
before the next wave came.
I never told you the future.
I let the dark reclaim our feet.
You laughed,
drunk and perfect,
and I looked away
as the sea
turned the sand
back to stone.
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 7:52 PM UTC
Surrounded by obscurity without gloom:
the depths of calignosity suffocate every speck in ebony ink.
Yet, every molecule breathes with ease.
It is the crushing, bewitching hour of eternity in nightfall.
A sigh exhaled is impassively terminated by the midnight dusk;
sound is silent here.
Emptiness gapes as the leviathan's gob
thick with gelatinous mucus,
vast, however jailing:
closed and unknown to the living universe.
The saliva sparks in a moment, as a release of static charge,
even though no solid is sensed, never-mind two touching
loaded with electric friction.
And then again, as a sparkler of summer's independence
now holding for just more than a whim.
An explosion.
Flecks of bright stains scattered within the physical aura breeze past;
they ripple like wave crests under a kaleidoscope moon.
Colors arc in the resistant free current: endless lightning.
The vacuum is an overpopulated city
of which the blind could never take census
and the ignorant believe to be mute.
Visual speech fills the void of sound.
It is the starlight of a body.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC