I am tunneling,

hands spastic,

mouth squirting saliva,

making my way through

to the other side of the sun.

Even in the corona,

I feel cool.

Hircine DNA designs

my sadness and my blithe lips.

River tongue,

organic mind,

biological legs.

Soul of granite,

disconnected.

In my arms

disjointed

disappointment.

Human shaped void.

In my cells,

the blueprint for spunk and war.

The shipwreck crawls up the beach.

The volcano is so ice cold.

Trees creep into the ground.

The sailors have long since drunk their rum,

have devolved into the jungle,

absolved of their central differences.

I am frying a Tuesday

and it is ticked off.

In the fireplace,

ice steaming.

Give me my porcelain teeth.

Beneath the sink,

a tongue in pink French.

Do you understand me?

What powers you have in your eyes!

Tuesday is crispy,

Cream colored.

Let’s eat.

Glasses left alone

on an old barbed wire fence.

The trees have eyes.

Loving hands grope the twilight –

Morphing.

Nails,

meet hammer.

The angels are out with their shotguns.

The air tears.

Sightless,

crows measure the circumference

of a trapped terror.

A diamond rose blooms.

Bring your interesting mug to me.

I’ll kiss it pretty.

In the fields,

wealth,

so tepid and money colored.

The robin has no place to land,

though there are worms everywhere.

Lemony sun

with long hair smothering the Earth.

Night in her silken pelerine

strolls sipping absinthe.

She wanders from me but is not lost.

Under the sun’s tresses

I trespass.

Champagne rain.

Ice sculpture of God.

Lights out.

Melt blasphemy quickly.

The silver triangle attracts children

for miles around,

which draws the velvet mothers.

In blackness,

Equality.

Onyx liberation.

The malleable mallards,

drunk on the rain,

roll and tip in a rad pond.

Bubble spangled air.

Fizz.

Finality.