birthday candles blaze
before you and someone asks,
do you still stay mum?

does telling goals trick
the unconscious to believe
it's already done?

are there flower signs
to tell the bees another
has already come?

bruised moon overhangs
to remind me that the world
can be violent

fire licks spiral and
dance, throwing goodbye kisses
to the nearby trees

desire is not a spark,
an ember or a flame
it's a bleak and sometimes
unbearable cold

since desire cannot be
quenched or suffocated,
by food, sleep, ***, being
or success, desire can only
warm, if just briefly

slow: gesture
caution: hint
wrong way: signal
detour: flag
poison
emergency exit

chef inspired meals
cpa inspired tax returns
energy efficient inspired homes, cars, planes
paris inspired clothes
ivy league inspired education
heaven inspired happiness

i am a party-crasher,
a spider web across the face.
around me, i hear the
chitter of birds and the
nervous giggles of people
scurrying under my wet
confetti, my glitter bomb,
as i write my graffiti
everywhere

i am a party-crasher.
though, i'm neither invited and don't
know those around me, nor
do i care about their
awkwardness or petty
concerns and desires.
i'm here to party, but more
importantly, i know how to
celebrate.