can 2000 EM26 come a little closer tonight?

because the next time the quicksand leaves the pyramids

it’s lightning in the brain for me

forgotten names, confusion, white clothes, sipping tea

the lightning would ****** the sand into glass

reflective and clean, a coo of lithium’s past

and, in the cracked hands of rusty fishermen,

dead, caked salt and an empty fountain pen

i can only laugh at my heart now

an eager bubbling mess, like red and black watercolors handled by children

staining walls and faces

too “something” for this world