4

Poetry is an undomesticated wisp of light
the kind that peers over the mountains,
with snow watering its dusky mouth.

Many moons
I am breaking promises
with more consistency than a pendulum's round & empty stride.
You are roller skates, surprised by a cobblestone alleyway
& a full moon coughing rainbows from its skin.

bar flirt
let's get down to our base carbons
let out tongues
tingle into pure chemistry.
I want to dig into your elements.

Gibberish
The voice boxes are scraping by
hush now, hush now, hush.
I've got a harpsichord in my piano plunking lungs.
The sounds drop like violent jokes
gravity hurling the keys past so many stories.
This children have gotten their knees into the finger paints
one more time
the furniture in crying rainbows
out of greasy upholstered skin
there is paisley on your tongue
a crimson flashing glyph.
the caps are breaking and the world is beginning to BURN
can you feel the heat turning, turning, turning.