“but
i’m hoping to kick but the planet is glowing” – david bowie
does
the morning make memories matter?
when
evening’s recipe made membranes scatter?
earth
became a legend when i crawled out of the sea
my
cooler and beach towel were stolen
i
searched for cabbage on a cabbage tree
my
confusion left me starving until swollen
haze
hung on the horizon
heavier
then it hung in my mind
the
sand as hot as the sands of zion
by
my addiction i am defined
sanctuary
at a sand bar
i
ordered a black widow
the
ice melted faster than i could drink
the
liquid spilling onto my grip
the
radio played radio head
i
closed my eyes
let
the music ride the waves of my mind
ordered
fifteen tacos
forgot
i was waiting for food
walked
back into the blister
forgot
i was on something
took
another
my
body ran for cover
while
my mind made unicorns dance
i
couldn’t find the perfect stance
so
i returned to the scene of the crime
the
indent left by my cooler
became
my stool
a
sky-writer wrote “fool”
while
i contemplated effort
cool
water invited
but
my mind was already
in
the deep blue sea
i
didn’t surface till the moon
was
higher than me
i
was hungry but couldn’t agree
it
was worth the earth
between
anything and me
so
i found fetal
and
dreamt about a water prison
the
sun found me shivering
in
need of everything
no
water to drink
i
chewed the chalky pill
began
to walk
hungry,
thirsty, cold
a
little sick
a
half hour found me in front
of
a warm café
but the
pill had made its way
and
i forgot my troubles
crawled
into my bubble
and
wandered
i
remember not where
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