morning tangible

surrounded by
a months-long exhalation

a sigh sending
leaves quivering
and picking petals from
crooked long branches

take note of the
crows and car engines
cat eyes watch through
stained glass

slowly, I see
a gradient green

radio scan

it spins gently
on its axis

for now
I’ll play music

for now
I’ll leave it be

sun-crowned peak

these trees are
hollow, carvings in
architecture

slot me into
collage with angles sturdy
and eternal, topped with
spirals and rock
towers, snapped
branches and honeybees

all of creation from a hand-clap
fits in a fingerprint
it rests on my tongue
and is gone in a blink

the feeling of things ending // the stripping away of artifice

pale beige and green full of rust
and leading tones leaning
towards a terminal
sent me down a spiral

One hot summer day,
I was driving home from work
and I imagined
the car spontaneously falling
apart onto the road
all the screws and bolts popping out
the doors swinging off their hinges
the wheels spinning and bouncing away
as the frame grinds and sparks
against the concrete as I am

catapulted through the glass
breaking into shards and
the jigsaw pieces of my body ricochet
away from me until
everything is gone

and all of the foundations and
layers of asphalt are forcibly
stripped from the earth
until the buildings, my car, my body
are shattered and crumbled to nothing
and it all floats away into the atmosphere.
back to stardust.

- - -

so I set my self back in order
and kept driving.
I’m left hollow and shape-shifted but
grasping the wheel.
everything is turned around
until it’s back again
and again I’m feeling around
again with fingertips and tinnitus

gutter-rain collapsing on the concrete
balcony mildew growing in circles
mountain fog enveloping everything
the rain-slick road blushing in the intimacy
mimicking blinks and waves crashing
snow-melt and stone-rot
saturates the moss

terraced construction pools into
cupped hands with grit and glass
and scaffold vines marking the trail-head

flowers bloom against brick
coated with pollen and vandalism
springtime again.

into the garden

speak to me
through fingertips for tapping
deliberately along creases
desperately outlined curls
into waves

exhale and dissolve
soaking until the
skin sloughs off in reams
and waves royalty

while I watch as I tear
my heart from my chest
and wring out everything
holy and bright

sing to me though
short of breath and gasping
through a pinprick light
I’m walking on
a string

ears ring and eyes blind
I’ll join with the sun someday
and feed gardens
until I collapse

while I watch as I tear
my heart from my chest
and wring out everything
holy and bright