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i’m floating on molecules of immeasurable weightlessness
they carry me
through a screen so silky green
to purple chasms in darkened valleys.
god is exempt!
where are my fingers?
without them my thoughts are but
fraying strings
and burning wires!
There lies my existence.
The truth is so crazy
it soothes my skin.
Pink Satin!
These crisps which are my lips
fold in and out,
i lose control of what is intangible,
i forget to let go,
i forget not to care.
Bring me to the red mountains
where the smokestacks unfurl a pasty haze.
Breathe for me, little one!
Open your soul to this industrial
magni-monster,
it is your friend and scripted guide
to boxed-out life.
Taste the sincerity of it on your fingers!
The wise old girls will never find out that you
can’t bring yourself to believe
in something mightier than your ageing body.
Suppress the moon for it may
engulf you
and baste you in a tender glowing effervescent cognitive
melodramatic
Molotov cocktail.
Beseech!
The air is foul under your tender wings!
Oh, Icarus!
Fly straight into Hailey’s Comet next time.
It’ll be frosty as a brain freeze.
Bring your favourite blanket,
the one that smells like your mother’s treasure-trunk.
Don’t exceed the speed limit
as you blast the remains of the garden seeds to bits.
The atoms will be crawling in spite of your explosive behaviour.
Remember! I asked you to run to the edge of town,
where the old boulder shot out of the ground
like the Berlin Wall.
In the chapel of the abandoned church, we will light sparks
and wake the grounds.
Meet me after dark on the crumbling bridge.
Cast the forsaken stone into the river of the Merry.
Jump with me into the deep end and we will float
like empty canoes
downstream.
Now the water fills my nose so that it tickles the cerebellum.
It’s so refreshing we should invite all our friends to join us.
Long-Live the floating canoes who meander downstream
Seeking serenity
and the answer that reveals the mystery
of all that is pure.
Oh complexity! Oh, natural construct.
We defile ourselves before you.
Keep us sane in our insanity.
Watch over us like tempestuous lagoons
that cannot wait to boil
over into the forests and seas!
We shall forever soak our feet in this growth.
Bear us some more disastrous news
so that we may rob you ten-fold
times more of your gratifying
selflessness!
Behold, here they come!
Listen to their footsteps
as they splatter though unclean puddles.
Yes,
they are marching towards the end of forgiveness.
You can tell for all the cellos mourn.
Their sorrowful tunes cannot save them.
Alas! How they have forsaken you!
The child’s dirty hands are filled with clusters of
fireflies.
Speckles in the endless twilight.
It is our demise,
we must fore-go the comfort of our homes
and reunite under our dying Son.
Calm down,
calm down.
Exit slowly and to your left.+++++
