Ascend from the ruins my friend
Crawl from the ruins my friend.
Crawl from into the core, the frozen core once molten and flowing, the core once popping and hissing and hissing and sizzling, glowing orange and ever on the verge of redlining into passion screaming to escape.
Nails bursting from closed coffin, six-foot settled earth shaking seismic to the turf ready to burst seam splitting wonder why I am not like me you are there.
I swear it I’m in here somewhere official proclamation to look border pass touch kiss me please free eons of nova star gravity. Please look again once more I will let you close I will please crack the safe lock combination tumblers clicking in utter confusion. Unknown elevators cease and singe and see to my doom. Resolve utter confusion.
A din of inequity clamors awaits one touch one break of the now the revelation of one sudden smiling magnetic kiss.
We shared a footprint.
Crawl back in and let loose the smothered primal screams, burrow back marking confident paths of escape.
Ghosts and demons and doubt and all relatives of tragedy await nebulous exorcism.
Blunted limbs call to arms the circus cast of inherent wonder.
Ego Eros Agape Amour.
First there’s now but now that’s gone come tomorrow Friday Saturday Saturday Saturday night a crow’s foot sleeping pill mapping a mystic path can’t make out lucid mumbles hinting of higher ground.
Frustration fills can’t follow.
Swallow. Breath. Blink.
Sleep can’t sleep can only think shut down the mind please put myself to sleep. Mommies to meet children to cherish I beseech you beseech you imploring imploding in the very now of now I’ve yearned and doubted.
I can sing and laugh and run and breath deep fleeting moments exhale eternal desire and moments of spark touch blanket warmth natal dance. Inching toward crescendo fakes me out every time.
Sorry my mistake.
Can’t leave can’t reach can’t crawl from cores of cleaven pancaked pillars.
This dream is keeping me awake teasing open eyes with a dare to blink back forever frozen moments.
Driving beat goosestep legkick march stop nobody sees go fetal.
Comet star daylight vulture silver gleaming double down blackjack 22 bust.
Thought I left my coffee ‘round here somewhere.
Frozen hand touch turn molten gold lava.
The cowbell skit!!! HOW COOL!!!
ReplyDeleteI love that skit. I try to work cowbell into a conversation at least once a week.
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PK, who wrote this? I've been meaning to ask you for awhile now.
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