I met an old woman on Leander Avenue
who told me, “Don’t breathe or the earth
will swallow you whole.” I
stayed very still and didn’t move.
A butterfly could have landed on my nose
but I sneezed so I may never know for sure.
After that I remembered that my generation
doesn’t have to follow their elders, so I
walked to the corner store.
I bought three candy bars that I would
never eat and tied my shoelaces on the front porch.

My neighbor watches old films. He calls them
Lumières, and sometimes invites me over.
I watch the hand-cranked film flicker
black and white over his screen.
A troupe of acrobats flip about and wave
the French flag, large women kneel and scrub
endless linens in the still river, the gardener
punishes the mischeivious boy. I smile every time
they look at the camera.

The slats in the blinds yawn widely
and seeing them, the melatonin strikes.
Flowing, forcing, endocrinal.
The wind whispers Greek words in my ear.
Helios, zoetrope, khaos.
The trees outside of my window
spell out foreign letters.
They only make sense one at a time.
I can’t spell a word but I speak and
realize I can still make a sound.
I fall asleep.

I never wake but dream
of exquisite lavender pillows doused
in holy water from the lips of a
spouting statue. A Carnevale clown waves
at me in the corner and takes off mask after
mask. Confetti rains softly from his eyelashes and he
quietly laughs into his palm. I want to hold your
hand but remember that I am just
a raindrop streaking down your car
window in a mountain spring storm. I
open my eyes.

please the Daemons
that you may
be my Fiends
in Mire Times
of Docility
Overdose
when the walls are Pattered
with Spongeprint
Pastels
and Comatones

pay a Visit
Slew up my View
Chop and Gulp
bring Venon and Weapons
not Tools and Paints
and I'll Fight
on Either Side
Both Sides
til my Mindfeild
is a Territory
worth Litter Picking
Once Again
to Florrish
with a Mischeivious Smile
and Good Work to do

please the Daemons
I Know and Honour
your Place
          
           - Attended

Wanted a written on something a bit more romantic
but I'm so ambiguious, you see right and left handed
so perceive this how you want but I'm sure very few
will underline the message, within this point of view

I saw you standing over by that 'bar' so handsome you did look
but I can't judge you on appearance the message is in the 'astrobook'
This could be a 'Notebook' story or another Great Gatsby
maybe it's in my head, would he see or notice, perhaps he
would think it was a mischeivious preconcived idea
having no clues his self about how laws of attraction would feel
Others had seen him as Lelantos, he was actually Eros
but to me, he was omnipotent in his design, though
I may not be Asteria but I'll catch you when you fall behind
I am no Aphrodite but I could paint you cosmos for eternal time
love you more, deeper, despite what any other 'supernovastars' say
cast them away, burn them out, if they wage war your way,
when they are finished using you and all your lights they burned
I'll wrap and repair what's broken and safely you'll return
to the place in the moonlight above the average planets
a solid rock moon they can't see made of aphanite

[like their understanding of you as small as a nanite\

what am I doing here, he's just to 'out of this worldly'
Is he God or an undefined 'unEarthling'
He must be from another place and moment
Beacause my hearts and stars, just got shot by a bowman