Where we areYou hung back your headIt collapsedinto your neck, I triedto sooth you through a glimpsebut it did not go far through the windIt fell into the grasswhere ants ate it and I sat body wrappedin wires, a 20th centurymummy girlI said helloEverything is all rightYou toppled back limbs sprawled likea tree branchwith many fingersI watchedthe treesshaketheir leavesand bend theirsingular kneesand the skypluck you from our plot of grassalone, I sat tangled in a web of dust
You steer the leadTheres no emergency.Make it straight.The atrium is filled with lead.Its caving in.Every wall, crawling towards youas close as it can.Feel my button You steer the leadback into our heads, and we sneer, pull it right overlike umbrellas, I promiseand off you go down the stairsto the middle of the gallery,body sore, vacuumed up,like hallway dust Don't get suspended! You scream teeth squished between tongs Ally, Ally, whispers cloud over, The lead has won And it swallows you underits arms of mudwhere you topple in and disappear Goodbye, we whisper But wait, rolls the ja
On MondayI think on Monday my body will turn to bone every image will flow to white and I will droplike stone.like melted lipstick, my stomach will leak liquids of redkissing the floor,and all my classmates will pretend that I am not thereanymore.I think on Monday wild circuits, pumping in my head will dry up to mathematical equationsof metallic taste, that will no longerripen my cheeks or deepen my blushbut insteadpour my thoughts in obsessive rerunsof the same, looming figure.I think on Monday I will go deaf as the growing ring of him will mute all else mumbling cello, humming bassoon his ima
Walking Maggie In PastelsMountains snore in a glaze, swept by the pink dust, showering from the clouds,Sand of blush trickles across the page like a sweeping blanket, pastel mist, enwrapping every image in glossy laces and pink lipstickSomewhere along the winding bright a puff of apricot ascends Cotton candy, radiating light, she is a cumulus cloud, a soft candle, amid the fuchsia blend, burning waves of fresh oxygen I inhale through my nose,cherry flesh of joy, she wobbles cheerfully and sweet,uttering her poodle bark and running towards meThe sun casts its vibrant light on my curled leashas I connect this string of energy, which surges
Feeding the Inner-beingMan!This day is wow!A fantasticwow, a gigantic whiff of artisticinner-beingDeep in my roaming inner-being Ive become a jolly man!An artistic valley of mountain wowsipping on gigantic, sip-tastic splashes of fantasticfish, sparkled so fantasticthey complete my inner-beingMy gigantic belly of rolling laughs, rolls of a manlost in a whirl of wondrous wowso colorful, so beaming and artisticso beaming and artistic!The whirl is fantasticscrumptious and sweet, tasteful wowtwisting and brimming, swallowed into my inner-beingof luscious manHow gigantic!This yearning beautifies my giganticsoul, how