do you know this?

you,
sandalwood skin wrapping into a magnifying glass and its twin
resting fixed on a bridge between your eyes- a crooked tooth
living as a tiara
purposed for the interruption of symmetry in a smile that breaks on the crest of a sun breathing sight into
all that was lost in a night too dark for an adolescents chagrin to be crammed between stars.
you,

I love
as a desert filled with flower petals
moved by wind and the whispers of ghosts-
with my heart dispersed as a constellation
held together in blue light.

wake up its election day
its compulsory to vote
so tick a box and have a say
will we sink or float

but is it going to really matter
what face gets elected
your sleep wont get any better
and your tax still collected

and with your money they will play
you're just a bottom feeder
till one day aliens land and say
take me to your leader

I'm a very cheesy fella
and i love a tasty platter
from stretchy mozzarella
through to cubes of feta

i like them very old
like Camembert and brie
i wait until they turn to mold
to be inside of me

i like them very smelly
crumbly soft or squeaking
at the supermarket deli
my lips already licking

then tasting can begin
with a few red wines
which release my cheesy grin
and cheesy pick up lines

underneath the half bowl with a white stone
pouring light on grains of rock
thinking slow about releasing old balloons

wracking aspirations to be
caught in the ambivalence
of deciding between a sand flea and a star

reaching the conclusion
that they’re not that far apart

Decalcomania,
porcelain skin
and
a lava-deluge

episodic angst,
in actu primo
I heard a voice

in actu secundo
I closed the shutters, drew the blinds
and split the wires linking my home to the others