the periwinkle buds sparkle
sprouting like popcorn or pimples
out dark womb
unfolding papery orange limbs
she shot out into arms that waited for
birth broke records of ancient
earthen tupperware, volcanic store
too valuable to treasure too
priceless to score.
the sock she pulled off during her nap she never took
i remember how it protected her sole
until she decided
it was food.
rest it well, lost somewhere socks go
when they do.
calloused lions hunt clouds hung too high
hungry ocean swallows sky
little girl next door swings
big tree holding her sings
swigs of yesterday sipped slowly sigh
maybe it’s time to say goodbye.
he hangs his head, like droopy ice cream
drips with summer haze and
too many tips
from people this and people that
saying here but running there
confusion like a jello ship
simple like baby fingernails and
snailmail why isn’t the color
seen by flying things
what we think.
starving lions like
protruding ribs and stares
neglect and scares
what if they could see
what they’ve done to me
smooth, green bench frozen in cement rectangle,
like memories that scare, scream for attention,
lodged in crevices of file cabinets on lobes,
creeping forward to say hello.
tin trash bin containing yesterday’s debris,
today’s discontent, stationed at curb,
ready to descend.
seagull licks ice cream puddle underneath pay phone.
man in purple tie clips by.
a cloud observes, cries, floats forward.
at least gravity isn’t backwards.
smell of cat urine
white pills, pink pills
orange cylinder capped white
rain, inside me.
baby crocodile spit up
eleven hundred moons
hopscotch sidewalk chalk
mountain’s taste buds
twig waltzing with wind
coral’s Saturday afternoon
wrens frolic with feathered wings in freckled fields
as gold papery leaves, cut and curled, reach
as wooden hands stretch
toward far, floating cotton
tectonic threads woven in earthen
shifting, shaping, becoming.
baby star blossoms,
chick tinkers with her wings,
light breaks night, shatters dark, develops
one click and stark, charred film
one tock tick and yesterday
to new volume.
kaleidoscope wonder world.
She hushed stars to sleep,
tucked Moon under covers,
folded fleece dew,
and pruned black hole residue.
Fiona, the hare-maid: hopped ocean for sky, shined Sun’s glare and polished cloud reflection. a mystery and a whim, she lived in watery wordless still small of day.
I love you times smiles, germs, and cents. I love you times miles, moons, and dents. times ages, awnings, and atoms. plus every booger and star ever formed, and each laughter note. plus yawns, pebbles, and fur. times each thread, molecule, and memory–I love you!