Tuesday morning molt

I music scripture shaped schools of dartlike swimmy words/

tiny black and white fish peck the massive brain reef

with puckered kissy lips over needle teeth.

 

the editor said surreal fish are too common;

I said editorial opinions are, too.

our silence said goodbye

perfectly.

 

behind a multigrain muffin bite,

long awkward aquatic octopus hugs

with inward giggle sounds;

fetal dreams

in watery

love.

 

in waves of carbonated static,

sermon faces play patty-cake/

form steely treaties of velvet touch.

fleshy self weaved with selfless soul parts/

some-undefined-thing of cosmic substance.

 

a comfort you can’t buy at Walmart.

 

escape the brushstroke

twists of handcrafted gods.

 

lightest of gold cloth

falls in slow motion radio sing-alongs.

 

I’m already a five dimensional howl,

and I haven’t even finished my first

cup of coffee.

 

sugar cube winks seep into the reflection

of my rippled face.

I don't feel sweeter.

 

ten thousand alien verses

bubble to the milk-fire surface:

 

time has gone deaf.

only space is listening;

her ears bloom like silver roses.

 

I’ll never be this me again.

nobody will miss him.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Probably not, but he sure is fun to be around when he appears.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

You've put a lot into this. The twists, turns, harsh bruised by the soft all wrapped about the day to day reality of exactly what we're in the middle of. Awesome work