Ten
Thousand lights Ca-rash unto
My
resurrection, finding fault-lines
In
all my mis-directions—kissing, coddling,
Cuddling
up, to all the baron ketones submerged
Deep
within my blood—collapse, regain-composure
Malignancy
benign—hewing down the tripping thrush—
Pushing
clutter—mussing dust—painting ridges upon the
Smooth—acting
out when polity’s abused—dance alone to
Gain
attention, free the arms and let the torso flow so—
When
the eyes don’t care and the mind gets hollow—short or tall,
Big
or small, the legs will follow the hollow die, rapping around in orbital floe,
icy free to take the warming’s place, so much freedom, no need to trace, just
sprawl about until you feel your captor’s face, teedle-di-deedle-e-dum-
fe-fi-fo-fuming for fun, trance ignites in the emptiness of night—when shadows
don’t react to light, they just groove till their mood is tight—flipping out
into other’s sides, turn to see the smiles fly—never hearing the why, only
doing what the feeling shows, ever long the emotions grow…
Out
of breath, on a bench, sweat drips down the tile below, niacin flush upon the
skin, hair drenched, clotted thin, opening up each pore, entering the steam
created here—exhausted but alive, forever and a night
