Plastic artifact reminds me of her. Flesh and blood, she melts her own icon.
My Goddess, I worship our craft, married in the Nth dimension.
Our candles illuminate each hemisphere, synced red & blue, purple state.
Pulp of war profits in arms, fisticuffs gerrymandered and rigged against us.
We remember asunder, yet constellate in ways we cannot disconnect.
Put us back together, again forever, to care for the always already poor.
Rich boats raise all waters. Overboard, she fends for herself against all odds.
Statuesque pin-up, femme ichthyologist of garb, gaggle *** sushi swim mate.
Corners enshrine our meditation department network, transcendent yet in touch.
Taste felt on tongue brings us closer together to see and hear what’s happening now.
Hearts over matter, heads roll, eyes forward; brains make the most of a sticky situation.
Sounds blend synethesiastically, our opposite angels harmonize to build twin passages.
Wend our raft downriver, stroke unbound tandem wrists and ankles from spawn upstream.
Our cocoon igloo ensconces like alien cavewomen thaw out their men, then mate on the spot.
Through the delta, Venus beckons, her molten artifice pools our hull. To be baled out by Lucifer?

There was a dream in the head
of the universe screaming
to get out the doors called men
and women are multidimensional
crystal clear moments full of the
rancid grease of experience the
soft angelic smell of experience the
quivering love taste of experience the
dream screaming to get out was born
at 6:15 am in Sausalito, Beijing
Mumbai, Paris, Dubrovnik and wept
for joy at being among the blood and nerve
of sense of it all the soft pink bundle
sense of it all is just such a mystery
unto itself and all of us are like
cavemen and pre-cavewomen
in our understanding so no wonder
we don't know what the hell is happening
right before our very teary eyes
from sadness from happiness from ignorance
we cough up logic hairballs and
worship them boy are we ever wrong
but what the heck it's the only game
in town gotta play or just sit there
in a blue funk depressed mood
schizophrenic universe hallucination
we don't want so we act like we get it
as we idiot mine-detector our way through
this aquifer of vibration hummin human life