You scream on train like
Helmet tongs
Like no more window seats
Every man becomes isle
Sand disappears at edges
Or in space gradient like puddle slick
Harmless changes are pebble impact
These scratches on film
Or magnet dust on thin squeaky wheels
Bloody mergers
Not what we thought
At first,
We romanticized commerce
From television programming
Where laugh track
Kept us calm
Jolly even, jello shot odds
Bulbs popping from pulsed voltage
That's the kind of wow factor
We discuss now
There is even cannon fire
And confetti burst architecture
Uneven parks, rhombus town
Drastic hum under plastic
Perfect play set
With wood grain and slip knot
Background and in the way:
Tons of tiny wispy vines, brittle as winter's fingers
In the brush, you appear
Dandy as a woodchuck
Spry as a constellation of squirrels
Just a boy on the end of Long Island
Wondering what you will be
Forever, with no wand to wind
No turnaround jumpsuit
It leads one to believe. In something.
When everyday is popcorn on a stick
There is evidence you become both sweet and salty
Like so many mollusks or ama ebi
Your dark is gray and spotted
So you ask about it
Just antennae pointed toward kelp
Then those luminescent floating orbs
Become entrenched in your flesh
You are drenched with them
Enough light inside
To temper a transistor
Or continue throwing fits
There is no promise of yard space
God's plains are sprawling
Cover your ears and hear the hush of sea
There are blankets of shimmering stealth
A lifetime of nothing until just inches from your face
Separated by grains of electrons
Granular infrastructure
Not designed, but bargained for
Roll down hills to feel how much control one ought to have
Over things we are powerless
and pressed up against
--
1.11.13
Helmet tongs
Like no more window seats
Every man becomes isle
Sand disappears at edges
Or in space gradient like puddle slick
Harmless changes are pebble impact
These scratches on film
Or magnet dust on thin squeaky wheels
Bloody mergers
Not what we thought
At first,
We romanticized commerce
From television programming
Where laugh track
Kept us calm
Jolly even, jello shot odds
Bulbs popping from pulsed voltage
That's the kind of wow factor
We discuss now
There is even cannon fire
And confetti burst architecture
Uneven parks, rhombus town
Drastic hum under plastic
Perfect play set
With wood grain and slip knot
Background and in the way:
Tons of tiny wispy vines, brittle as winter's fingers
In the brush, you appear
Dandy as a woodchuck
Spry as a constellation of squirrels
Just a boy on the end of Long Island
Wondering what you will be
Forever, with no wand to wind
No turnaround jumpsuit
It leads one to believe. In something.
When everyday is popcorn on a stick
There is evidence you become both sweet and salty
Like so many mollusks or ama ebi
Your dark is gray and spotted
So you ask about it
Just antennae pointed toward kelp
Then those luminescent floating orbs
Become entrenched in your flesh
You are drenched with them
Enough light inside
To temper a transistor
Or continue throwing fits
There is no promise of yard space
God's plains are sprawling
Cover your ears and hear the hush of sea
There are blankets of shimmering stealth
A lifetime of nothing until just inches from your face
Separated by grains of electrons
Granular infrastructure
Not designed, but bargained for
Roll down hills to feel how much control one ought to have
Over things we are powerless
and pressed up against
--
1.11.13
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