Stepping on carpet
(climbing onto rock)
We stare at screen
(I cast my spell...)
I CAN conquer man's demise.
Touchdowns
convert  to gazing into the scripts of our souls.
Stagnant and somber,
you are inches away
I am in floating in space
I sit on couch
(or sitting on active volcano?)
and stare at blank walls
(or cotton candy sunsets?)
And I grab your hand
and we float out the window
(much like Peter Pan and Wendy)
and we are Icelandic campers
we are North African monkeys grooming each other
we are Alaskan sibling salmon, swimming to the exact spot our eggs once resided
always against current
teasing the brown bear
we are slipping penguins
the sea lions watch our transition
from awkward wobbling
to graceful gliding
figure eighting
between icebergs
We have so much energy that the gulls
might bet on us melting the bergs
we are gas and light and air and water and mother moon

we are so much more than this cancerous room

I know it. You know it.

Instead we groan at fumbles
and pile plates high with lays potato chips
layered grief stuck between tongue and cheek

Goodbye my dear friend.

I know you heard me.

I coo at soft fur under my fingertips, warm and full
A rumbling like a car engine bursting to life under my touch
I’ve never been able to resist their bright eyes,
voices echoing after me and deft paws figure eighting around my ankles
Small damp noses,
delicate ears,
wicked sharp claws and wits to match
Heaven is contained in a thick coat and sun warmed naps

Breast stroking through silent movies of cities
soft and solemn under brine, I twirl past
balustrades of jagged coral lining the royal road
as the day leaks down as blood from wounds
not yet salved,

dreaming in tangerine veils as frozen black mouths
spit silver-lined bullets of mackerel  through
barnacled labyrinths of high-rise stone
for clinging life as

seahorses waltz ethereal through the
depth’s crushing grip, their duelling coronets
figure-eighting above trumpet snouts and platinum
scales, over gulping abysses that rip away my reverie,

so I leap up slow through salt molasses, up through
parting schools of glinting plankton and layer cakes
of placental warmth,
webbed fingers ripping
back leather curtains of
manta rays and jewelled blobs
of ocean circuitry to rise toward
                 l  i  g  h  t
         f
     a
          l
              l
         i
                n
            g      
               like milk into tea to
erupt dripping in revelation
as the world      
                       d
                          i
                           v
                            e    
     into my eye  s  *****, shrieking
amphetamine through grey folds
as sheets grip tight with well-tucked
                         hands.

Feeling so pushed, with self worth in anguish
Married to a man so impulsive and blatant
Coming home to a whole list of anguish
While my opinion is chastised aggravated
Start my day with manipulation
Ending with figure eighting
When you know he could have chosen anyone, but here you are and it seems you're the only one. While you're sitting here wasting time, We try not to waste it.