I upload my consciousness Every Day of my Life
There are superhighways you can take near instant
to see your loved ones where you can't touch.
Like the roads: its left to crumble under bloat.
A shallow window holds statis with gorgeous blues, blacks, & pinwheels centerview,
You've learned through each other a new feeling:
Buffering.
Through shattering pane are lovers thus severed
When my eyes lose focus,
I listen closer
Through vocal jerks from frozen marionettes
Beneath the glass
I place my heart & hope
And pray
For a good connection
Crimes of the Future is A Prophecy Set in Barbie World, USA
I wake up every morning: plastic.
I drain water from the tap: plastic.
My yoghurt & forest berries: plastic.
My organs: plastic.
Bacteria: plastic. Disease: plastic.
Acid, blood, flesh, & fat: plastic.
Love? Plastic.
An army of Barbs
Armed with non-lethal plastic
Usher in the Barbie World,
Brought to you by
Mattel Aramco Incorporated
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Red Ritter wrappers,
Italian paper stacks,
French toast zested orange
A crunchy churro is the best problem I ever had.
Olive green earth
Sandwiches orange belly horizons
Between the draping blue sky.
Two tongues two-step Texas style
Between please & thank you.
Sudden Blood Bank, 0 Star Review
I inquired of the teller my balance
They first obliged a donation
They took additional liquid assets that wound up
Too scary.
So scary
It took a week of cowering in fear,
Then, sending an email
Requesting something a little less scary to proceed.
They even had to call
The whole team.
Longest 3 hours of my life.
15 Endless Years of Love
Rabbits know their name, the importance of grass,
The most comfortable bathtub in the dollhouse,
& how to turn grass into
premium racing fuel.
Glee swells in cheeks & vibrant eyes,
Curiosity wriggles in noses,
Anticipation darts in ears.
Happiness uncoils spring-loaded legs
& joy twists and shimmies
In between bounding leaps.
I'll never forget the day this little lady walked into my life.
If I feed you all the four leaf clovers,
Will you stay a little longer?
I will support you through all pain,
Even if you choose to escape.
I would be so happy if you wanted to stay
That I wouldn't miss sleep.
So please,
Enjoy all your favourite foods,
Melt like butter in my lap,
And rest.
May you turn to wool,
And stay at home for many years
With the people you love most.
And may the rainbow take you opver the moon.
Waking Up
An empty promise full of teeth
And a heaping plate of somber words.
Escape artist accountability wielding guilt
Like shield and spear.
Blue streaks ooze between knuckles
White like eyelids shut tight,
Distressed, and pressed against unwilling flesh,
Whose withered limbs drape phantom chills
Willowing wintry silence ringing ears,
A sedated heart screaming shattered china
Quick-silver heated porcelain chalice
Stuffed with cotton nets
Of narcotic gold
And olive branches inked akimbo
Legs to never bear the pride
And absence hoped to be forgotten.
Grenade in Mouth Tragedy
Sweet talkers' silver tongues
Weave slick threads
Like serrated silkworms spin gunpowder gossamer
Uncertain explosions stain chiseled stone with rose smoke,
Blanketing peripheral tapestries in escher breaths,
Sweat supercepts a hazy doublevision,
Twin dreams sedating wide misted eyes.
Vitriol trickles between trembling fingertips,
Lips quiver like clenched fests
Holding white-knuckled onto tender hearts,
Afraid to find another fire
Through the cold red beyond
A View from the Pink Line
Cool breezes blow ribbons of gentle blue,
Softly stained in the malic tide of ripping sunset.
A pylon stands alight in reflection, ablaze
amongst the billowing purples of eastern night.
Pure brightness in a sea of pink,
The city seems to blush under the weight of the sun,
Lain bare across its breadth.
Its electric heart merely whimpers a dulcet whine.
Depth of a Sinner
One hand touches stone,
The other wips sweat from brow
In between heavy breaths.
Did you have fun?
This time I'll push you so high,
You'll roll even faster
And longer
To the bottom.
It will be so fun.
And we'll meet back here.
Embracing ardor and each other,
Beloveds together ascend
To a fictitious summit,
Bearing only the devotion
Of a push that comes without beckon.