Blue people around a table—
gloves, nets, gowns, everything is blue.
He was just waiting for a call,
Maybe his life was hung up too?
They removed his glorious crown,
a crown placed on his head his birth.
The cold scalpel moved its way down,
skipping everything from the dirt.
It found something full of the soul,
Almonds! they saw sorrow, cried out.
It was never your fault at all.
It's never wrong to be cowards.
A bird locked in a nested cage,
Cries, cries, cries! The veins cried out blood!
Flowers bloom from a ripped out page,
It never hurts when it's at dawn.
A glance, a touch, a cut to thrive,
All they could see were broken strings,
But they didn't know how to tie.
Maybe they should leave it as is?
Fly high, my innocent white dove.
Stitches close what we could've been,
but for now, please remove your gloves.
The time of death: 4:59.
You can have my corpse and my worms,
Oh but what did you do that for?
Here I sit, as the King upon my throne.
Logic bound and gagged by Fight and Flight.
Amygdala, my Kingdom of hormones,
turn up heart rate, improve hearing and sight.
Perspiration, my signature cologne.
To Jules Verne
A man feeling drowse at the top of the mountain, fell asleep.
He dreamed dreams
emanating from floods of seas.
In remote droughts,
he gave his fruit of smoke
on a simple altar.
Curd quartz opened
solidifying thousands of stamens,
they glowed
like the warm reflection of the stars on the sand,
the man kept close watch of the r.e.m. hour.
life is the strife of one baptized
in the depths of all his memories,
yet he forgets before awakening.
Founding himself face to face
with another man holding a frozen fish
and a bucket,
they begun the climb down,
What do you fish when you fish,
he asked,
for a bolt of fire, said the man
as he released the fish into the ground
and rubbed his hands,
cryogenics?
no, fisherman.
Shut mine eyes and close my throat
Cut from me my senses
Maybe then my parting note
Will drift back through my defenses
Cut out my thoughts and burn my heart
Amygdala starved and drowned
Maybe then I’ll wait to part
If first I bathe in silent sound
Static, static, no reception
When all seems quite lost
My shining eyes for your deception
Buried in warm frost
Tense eyes focus straight
Lights flash by, movement make.
Dazzle, horn, sounds cracks concentration
Adrenalin surge, dark anticipation
Expectation turns the anxiety key
Why the hell is he doing this to me?
Drive faster, risk take, fool make!
Anger overtakes, rational thought dissipates
Tense hold on steering wheel
Expletives fly, braced to kill
Car overtakes with reckless intent
Screaming men, enemies make
Cuts in front, hit the brake
Come to a halt, anger takes
Out of car shouting, shoving, pushing
See red.
Just a second it takes
Amygdala in brain overtakes
Murderer, rRoAaGdE makes.
Ice cold pina colada:
Melted coconut
Jelly in pine apple juice
Dark brown, rich sugar
Cinnamon, a ****
Now set loose
Moans!
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