on
a swell with my shoulder perched homunculus
(if
I met my apathetic Frankenstein, what would our conversation be like)
prospecting
for a reflection of love
gilding
the sluice panned parts of gold
you’re
born with never leaves you
when
you address the mirror
you
are giving it fingers and hands
to
sand every coffin shape
and
size you deny yourself
when
the wanting is left unattended
in
the tidal wave of a simple embrace
of
understanding and grace
so
you develop the arcane poetic language
that
your soul’s diaspora reaches with
to
sew back time onto the stars at night
it’s
participles standing in the shadows
of
every color given up for gray area sunshine
so that you may paint simple as surreal as you can
greatness
a
disembodied voice screams
is
nothing, so let go of it
it
is a petulant shine
carry
as little of its material as possible
as
you never know when the next supernova
might
sling itself around these parts
and
we start all over again
amino
acids water oxygen
and
a few friends
another
voice
slightly
hidden
in
the cackling din
of
Winter’s approach
says,
there can be no other way
even
squirrels forget
what
they have buried
for
the future
time
and again
we
border with ourselves with broken algebra
and
the repetitions of its ridiculous claims
of
fitting in like the loose footing of a virgin surfer
finding
the undertow for the first time
and
just then they realize as they pray for more time
just
how potent an ocean is and how small we are
when
our bare feet try to bear each stepped weight of uncertainty
guiding
mechanisms like blind leaps and faithless trudging
are
the mud and oil slick messes
modernity
says is new and improved
the
combustion sway of industrialized lies breathing in
the
collapsible parts of our humanity
speeding
swords into the ground
while
folding the tent
pulling
up the stakes
and
driving everything
into
the hearts
we
used to have
EJR
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