Waltz me into the circle of your thought
chocolate dip me into the raspberry mint of your voice
chastise me into the grip of your giving arms
so that I may forever melon your picnic.

so that’s how I became
Cracked Egg.
(once broken forever leaking goo stuck melted crusty sap)
they prodded my
serene ivory enclosure
(with their brash talking silly laughter shush insignificant)
spoke over my soft
whine of naivety
(the older they are the more stern brow thick mind forget)

don’t mess with my
childlike!
(deep inside they cough awkward feel distant shake sift)
I will stand up
for my youth.
(I am metal strong no cracks building foundation know)
as you incubate-digress
in your membrane of
mottled
maturity

reverberate through my selfish desires
oh Named One.
bathe me in the excruciating love
thou hast blatantly ****** to the
lowered-gaze downtrodden

pawn my faults away
forever into spider traps
and replace them with whiffs
of your most diminutive grace

challenge my obstinate circles
with hushed psalms of beckon
that my nascent view may
broaden to allow your vividness

for my cells gasp for thy luster
as much as the nearest plant’s.
when I crane my neck
at an angle worthy of your scrutiny
may I also comprehend
the necessity of your doting severity

clasp me in the jar of your maternity
***** it tight
so that when I sing
it echoes into all the chambers of your heart

reign me in like an
expensive decorative fish
in a shark tank

fly me to the door
slip me out of it
then cry for the good work
you have accomplished.

but forever
shove me
enclose me
encase the colors of your
sorrow
into the flowers of your
joy

for a mother’s greatest
bitter taste
feeds us better than the
richest feast

When I am bittering myself
with butterflies
of my own painting
Don’t stop yourself.
pick up a paintbrush.

forever catch me
latch me
grasp me as your jubilant burden
neglect your sticky fear
for it is evermore
as close as the horizon

I call you through Audible
the auspicious click- whirrrrrr
of voice-violin-strings

(sometimes wind tells me
you don't listen)
the empty response
of car upholstery
gnaws on
my attempts?

(But you answer through Poets)
the punctuated; nonsense
of- everything Important
slammed stuck. stretched-
like pebbles plopping
from your bluest you

coagulate my soul
oh wind,
flush my brute
me-ness
out of this landscape
and instill
clarified serenity.

send my gentle salute
to the soft fauna,
the slippery ones
who divulged their grace
to my philistine vision

divorce every
Peopled Preference
(moneyednewroadstrafficreports)
and Terminate the scent
of those who wrench
the sweet tang of Spring
from this downy mossed asylum

(and plas-stick it into
fraudulent bottles
for decrepit wrinkled
“Lacquer Rouge” lips
to desecrate)


ferment the scape
forever into my
Fickle Recollection
so that
as I regress
to my most sickly
human configuration
I may still be

part Sky,
part Dust.

Stick with me like I stick with

lemons?
(or maybe upon the broad rock
we can shift silly laughs
from me to you to the people.)

crack my heart like lightening does
so absolved of its tact
so deranged in its pla yfu lne ss.
and that you may sing always-
blow bubbles with me in this
terribly grown up business.

sneeze merrily the sounds of
everyday worldlife
lets bless them together
treading on coals
of childish  curiosity

and such that maybe
you and I will traipse with
subtle spirit companions
who cherish moisture of the air,
colored sparkles in the street.
Our feet nod their noble acquiescence
as we tread the Everywhere
in tandem chirping