Wake, but asleep within the blue morning. Waste.
What a waste it is to imagine a smile.
Fossil fuel powers oceans, but his streams
They have been sapped. Stolen.
It is because. Because He doesn’t know.
I love intensity, I love vigor, I love new.
Sleep, weary eyes, sleep.
She can’t make signs for churches,
Or build trees without chopping wood.
It monsoons, a bath, then it washes the emotions.
He feels it. He feels the moisture in her hands.
He holds her wet hands as she coughs up stars.
I love ambiguity, love verve, love askew.
He brushes her hair and holds the bucket for her pain.
He massages her back as she barfs, but her eyes,
They say something. Else we forget the narrow corners.
He can’t fight. Heart pumps, bulge out. Bubump, Bubump.
Breathe in the NYC and kiss the floor.
He picks it up and dusts it off his jeans.
It laughs at him, but he hides it anyway.
Love rational meaning, practical reasoning, radical change.
Walk or run to the nearest city. Press and Release. Synergy.
Embryo jaunted among the cries she cried.
Sickening her, making her voice horse, head hot.
Think straight through fuzzy
Openings and closings and openings and closings.
Can’t keep the door so wide open, no,
just let the air come in.
Whistle melodies as they rest shoulder to shoulder.
She sings a song that spews remorse.
He dreams the dreams that guide the course. They
Stare at the passing images.
Place hands together and pray.
He likes to kiss she calls a cab.
She squeezes down hard, a lover’s jab,
To say.
“All is gone so nab a smile and gather the remaining springs while we part ok?”
Planes fly low below the storms.
Lighting flashes, rumbles, and burns.
Thunder roars, churns, angrily growling
before it yearns.
He glances down, not really smiling,
seeing it, perspiring,
Yellow orbs, of
Serenity.
