The devil is in the trees feeding off
birds and butterflies,
his grim business shattering in silver teeth.
God is in the trees spinning webs
Soft, silky, and verdant like a blanket of grass.
Spiders fear him.
He longs to draw me to Him,
to slip his gentle fangs in my hurt and anesthetize me,
suck out my misery and take it into Him
bleeding for me.
Blue highlighter paradise –
words seen through to in a haze of Prussian and cerulean.
I write notes on dinosaur bones
Shocking all the paleontologists eating my lunch money
in a backyard I wish was mine.
Highlight them in dream blue –
Just the important points.
how to soak January in fire.
how to carry my weight in tears.
Just survival tactics.
I highlight heaven,
hoping I can find it again
so blue and true
A tree growing gnarled
inside an intrepid bubble
floating up toward a windmill made of tulips.
How Dutch my dreams are these days
And I always go Dutch with them.
I will pay for my own lead and bread
if dreams will pay for theirs.
What happens to me when I float without roots,
a microcosm of germs and stardust rising toward
my personal zenith?
I am paralyzed
by her black black sewing
stitching me carefully in a case of
artificial sunlight and sodium.
Needles pierce me.
I used to fly.
I used to breathe.
Now I am hollow
and my blood flows somewhere else,
in a distant desert with babies
floating down my ruby stream in baskets.
See how butterflies here bring Dawn,
a wondrously big woman with her hands on her hips?
A jar of night soaks stars in onyx.
like so many cotton balls in oil.
Beneath the veil of cacophony I spill my secrets
sheenful and bloody.
Inside so much glass walled noise
I struggle to find my mouth
which chokes on cottonballs,
while begging for silence,
There is an impossible blue countess
leching in my fear mongering back yard.
See the heartbroken morning writhe in chains.
Noon is a brutal master.
Lovers are knives,
moan low in noon light.
Cold is curious-
Like this royal blue nobility of consciousness
pontificating on cold betrayal.
Queen Frostine white
That sparkling pristine face
and those clear eye stars
a doll heartbreakingly perfect
Bride of comparison,
you have found me
Living through lacy love letters
to the glowing voice of the world.
I have loved and lived
like a euphoric angel,
all over the world.
See how North America quakes beneath my hands?
Hear the tender whispers of my name from Europe.
I am tired of molds and braces and boxes
What They have is not better than what I have.
Always They come with a capital T and claws.
They possess than,
But I hold hands with Then,
And waltz over the sea.
Welcome to the Life Center,
with sparkly resources to help you warm winter.
Are you a cartwheel?
A suspicious glance?
A still wind?
We can help you get back to work.
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Visit us today in the Building of Roses,
at the corner of Air and Fire.
Gloomy, graceful ghosts
lounge under a beach umbrella.
They are nudists.
They are as frosted glass.
No sunburns will befall them
as they get drunk.
And carouse on the beach where they