Friday, July 10, 2015

the furniture you have placed under the sun


“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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