Gliding Past The Pineal Gland

Written by: Matt Caliri

We settled into the bay and,
Like lovers kicking the sheets down,
We grabbed and furled, grabbed and furled,
Unveiling a red vista.

You never told me you loved me,
And I never had the guts to speak.
So we threw cherry bombs at each other
From the safe side of a mountain

That was made from our imaginations.
Listening to little pirate angels,
We play out our misadventures,
Swooping in to rescue each other.

We tie off the boat using 
The knuckled floor of the cerebellum.
What to do, oh, what to do 
With such bedlam?