one thing adds up / so do words depending upon the container / sickly yellow styrofoam for ironic appeal / don’t mistake the package for the food / thing in the air, thing in the road, thing in the car, thing in the word / lacking breath, thing sneaks out of mouth
toe to the world / patent pending 11th finger twirling tinsel / brown-eyed penny rolling towards circulation / rainbow tacks pointing towards the heavens / all shiny things for the gut / shiny has a prick / swallowing such every day in missed thought / blazing down the throat
more talk of the devil please / dust off the second chair and pull it up tight / use words already used in a comfortable conversation about the better way back when pedestals and thrones kept the horizon / compare fingerprints and the same things touched through many mirrored lives
slice the sun like a pie though its the only true eye, too bright to look at, divide its warmth amongst season pass holders and its flames across the parking lot, popping tires, melting credit cards, settling the first layer of future fuels
on less, please pass generations across the table, only all the air they can breathe, water to drown weeds, lighten tongues, and an endless alphabet tripping down steps for each stairing upwards at the ghosted bond
for my dear ever, orchestrate an offensive outside time and its crude barbs taking public note of the dropping face, lengthening skin, wracking bone, make yourself a double, hold back on a name, sing to it lowly through the wall, pat its heart softly, being generous for the unending moment
wish back a tail, pulling the earth up like fallen pants, warm and moist around the churning middle, lose the tongue, middle finger of the mouth, offending right and left and all the easy definitions in the parade, reach back to the simple blade shearing off knuckles before they were raised to symbol
crafted from refined anticipation, tuned to an invisible common note, invested with all the lately code reinforcing atoms patented coursing through that delicate touch on screen and veil, cowl reborn filtering light through flesh, thinning blood across scene, organs on the outside pinging in
where to worry is the frame, sold regardless of the picture, paint appears overnight, sovereign blue, all this choice is ownership elsewhere, pleasure capitalized, activated without touch, the air divided
seeds remember, that is our doing, pushing the earth away on day one, draining sunlight from the still flowing glass of every floor, allowing area but not space, pulling droplets upwards to gloss the shiny built at the start above grasping ground