with the radio on
the night before
is as silent as unrented rooms
No
make that
an ever-invisible satellite
scanning the heart's desire
in every room
"the only place not being occupied is the ceiling"
I face the day
as if blackbirds
beat through Bach
beat-boxing
The night before:
broken vessels
tissue-soft looming
tree's root's circulatory certainty
Flags might be flowers with ventilators
Uncertainty
perfectly pancaked
between your day & mine
We ripen the chosen parts
Everything else is rottening like momentary planks
except Light
Light is its own soft bee
glistens like orphans with a new family
Deathrow is lifelike
a weak arm like a broken window
An actor always "looks like"
someone else
blasphemer of life's emitted death
Take aim and be me
be me
To take every moment
as a galaxy
leading you into a waterfall
quite clearly
Arousal
Our Bio's are perfect circles
but who listens?
This is ironic
&
This is ironic
&
Irony is a Christmas crook
slipping on crooked frozen mistletoe
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