south of my mouth, i find silent ravings.
i brave the decay, screaming your name into my apostrophe.
claiming your shadow like a pony in an auction
of epiphanies.

i sleep through the worst of it..... because Love.

Because Love.

the antibiotics are presenting diminishing returns.
so the festering is still angry, and the sun like a mortal wound
in the Sky. or maybe the fever of my dream is not so real.
just a spoke in a wheel of disingenuine misfortune.
like a cupcake on the moon.

i told myself to leave me alone
in twelve languages.

i got the hint.

not very much my pet yet...
but all eyes on the kingdom... we are well met.
no doubt a shout out for the fates at hand
palming the Tarot in our favor.... and yes i savor this
delightedly,

and pledge me, forever.

i was nowhere in particular. and found you.
my eyes dove over the pearls of your beatitude -
strumming hordes of honeybees for their fickle sting
while humming 'neath the sun
the most ordinary things,

i have never embalmed a living thing like snow.
i have hardly ever known a thing
for what it was....
however -
open my
eyes.

i dropped a spoon in a wishing well, for lack of a stone.
i've had tea and trumpets, with Gabriel.... rouge wine in goblets of discrete fire. and if memory serves....
i came upon a mirror and stole a song from it.
as i recall, i tossed a yellow pumpkin
into the heart of the midnight sun.

without lessons.

but not
without
some...

hesitation

i crept out of my skin and forged a broken wing
from the thigh bone of a thunderclap. i spoke to myself.
but kept my secrets.

i slept in the barn again, last night.
it didn't **** me.

and only never
tried too.