Our destinies are molecular
an infinitely charged clusterfuck
of singing particles
wedded to a liminal bubblebath
in which god drops the soap
and slips under to retrieve it
when she reemerges
face caked in a frothy foam beard
you laugh and laugh
god is a champagne rabies monster
you laugh and laugh
till your sides ache
and consider drowning
as a viable port to dreaming.
Pulsing magnanimously,
we run on, unfinished,
the edges only rumors
duly dispelled by the raptures
of liminal motives.
The broken pulsing fingers of rain,
cloning time, tap spates of symmetry
against my window—
This, both cause and effect,
upon the glassy passage of hours,
dwindling, singing, undeciphered.
Moonlight is edible.
If you don’t believe me
watch the mouths of children
at night.
Forever
and ever
is the asking price
and promise
the singer made
to the song
conjugal atomic bliss
siring the I
that right now
is speaking singularly on behalf
of the song and singer
forever
and ever.
I am
the foster child
of rampant insular lyricism.
In it
I was raised wild
and came meekly to regard the moon
as a shotgun blast
from the mouth of eternity.
I, setting core to task, get greedy, rabid,
blood being a magnificent lure and cakewalk
for werewolves on the prowl.
My pupils enlarge at the sight
of unremembered lyrics, wounded, bluesy,
coming out of the woods
to find suitable placement.
I am, left behind myself,
a scorched earth child of second winds
and orphaned nonsense—
birth being a terribly continuous ordeal
of outgrowing origins.
Our destinies are molecular,
charged.
We gravitate. Toward
this and that. Other things.
The bond between
song and singer
is immaculate proof
of serviceably attuned you
blameless as the blue lighting
of the first moment
when the multiverse
sought seams and split
to romance itself accordingly.
Our destinies are persuasive gist,
lore.
Nostalgia is the sublime pretext
for innocence restored.
There is a slow lasting burn
on the road to heaven
which admits meekness
as a course of rightful inheritance,
as a ringed torch song for reentry
into the self dispossessed.
