the confetti with the cake.
a forwarding address.
won’t find you
a wave i was
(and something else entirely when you looked away)
unbraided, it’s all
entangled in sci-fi
drink from me & live forever
have the dream that will awaken you
& use the invisible to your advantage.
yesterday i was touched by winter, an easy & blue waltz in reverse. i covered everything in gold paint. i cracked teeth over cinnamon hills. next winter i plan to leave tangerine dashes in the sky with my favorite sweetener so i can drink in more of myself.
all eyes are dead.
mine are dislodged bells, conjoined deaf preachers. they don’t suffer, either. sure, they’re secured in an OK location for looking. but they cannot see. they are merely conformity machines, looping the same picture shows of a dazzling hologram.
it’s gone all yellow out. it’s not the time clock or the obligation which draws us home, but rather that pressing, swirling radiance above.
there was a breeze across our faces; we were not yet ready for the cool water. i dipped my swollen finger with the jailhouse tattoo on it courtesy saint andrew’s left-handed scrawl. red ribbons leaked out, thinned by the seawater. now a blood brother with the dark beyond, i felt the sound of clanging chains fade from between my ears. i am no longer a weary prisoner, falling into walls & crashing into ankle bones. i am a lover & a surrenderer. we are the free ones. we fear not the potential of the crashing tide.
such an active ebb.
time pulls upon us
to sit in profound cosmic shock
to grasp at the dark
to peer at the lighted
waves’ breaking point
would you know my story already
that i lived alone
& cried myself to ascension
on the tip of the magick triangle
the center of the benevolent circle
to hear my name spoken in light
to tap the goldfish glass