Isometric Insomnia

Blue, magnetized faces
of the fifth degree...
measure me and make me see
the hands that hold the
golden cup liquified
into millionaire dust.
What is the most expensive
dust particle on this planet?

I have been awake since last
week reciting over the garbage
recipes, reciprocating the tables,
and replacing light bulbs in
the next houses showers.
It is a weird job
but it still pays.

If you had a balloon once
then you can agree
the arrogance that leaves
me breathless in a heliocentric
way.

Surprises

I am revealing the reeling
of the lighting rod.
Perhaps the bee hive has
forgotten that we lack in trust
but are an assembly of God.
I had a vision regarding
the future. The future
is full of combustibility
which may or may not be
a good thing. The future
is bright not only from
the fire, it is bright from
the liars and cheaters.
They are grimacing with
revolutionary white teeth
reflecting the sun as if
humans teeth in the future
are mirrors. I have not
bowed down from my
position, I have administered
the poison to the government's
mentality on dentistry.
For in the future if our teeth
become mirrors,
we have nothing greater to
look forward to then our
selfish habits and beauty.

Me, Myself, and My Vertebrae Blues

The presumptuous bend
of an obligated story
has held my hand
and broke our bounty.
The immediate rush of
all our luck has
subjected you to
conjunctivitis.
Your eyes protrude a
luminosity that sets my
horseshoes blazing with fire.
And you hand me the bottle of glue
to sniff and get high
while your eyes become more
engrossed with pain and slime
I cannot look at you.
Yet, we are a team so
I am with you.
Even if you are the heavy
harmony that burdens my back,
I shall carry you through and
through torments of lonely nights.
The mornings are intimidating
and we face them together.
Huge wasps lurking behind
tree leaves slippery with dew,
the sun has yet to dry away
the comfortable moisture.
I remember why I came to
be the rescuer of recursed demons,
the troubleshooter of miscommunication,
the longitude studies of the
misrepresented clans of New England,
and the imaginary priestess of my
lepidoptera friends...
we revolve around the temporary light
within other souls.
We are attracted to the melancholy of
uncertainty and exchange that
for  shallow fun times.
I know you, the answer that grows
invisibly upon my back, because I
have dealt with you and ignored you.
And this has gone on long enough.
It has been so long,
I might give up again.

"Thank you oh lord for the white blind light. Thank you oh lord for the white blind light. A city rises from the sea. I had a splitting headache, from which the future's made." Jim Morrison (Hidden track after Ghost Song on the American Prayer album.

No More Mister Night, Guys.

For the oriental rugs that
are shipped from the east,
the west has become increasingly
reassured that the ground will be
covered and the dirt will be
ambiguous and obsolete.
I am not so sure how the
Palestine princesses feel about
this. Advancing suns,
lolligagged gardens,
bound feet, and blistered
breasts from the heat.
We eat snakes and freeze
in mid-handshake because
that is the woman's prowess.

Surveillant and Covalent Bonds

Multiple jungles disapprove
of the last stick stuck in the
groove of the rock.
Ungrateful shipyards shock
the stick as if to calculate
the immeasurable slate.

Gliding Gloves

Gliding gloves glue
gilded glaciers onto glabrescent
glamours glutting glandular
glades of glauconitic glebes.