Moments

i looked down at a lovely dictionary only because it was opened to the quantum page only because i sat on a lovely, antiquated memory and realized the actuality of forgetting everything as i sat on the edge of coronal masses frying the egg eyeballs of my closest friend moving through fields of fresh juniper pollen insects become bioluminescent and they are dead and flat between the pages this dictionary is alive with the pulp of forgotten vegetation my car runs on dinosaur blood cretacious and waiting looking out a thin glassed window i feel the energy moving going out to the tough dogs with torn ears and bulging memories life is hard on memory lane with flower entrails