Carousels

I fell in love with the fairest of them all
on an uneven carousel spinning cotton candy web galaxies
a perfect woman floated across the fairgrounds recycling sunshine honey in her mothership
your tractor beams are fishing lines
my lips are bleeding green for you
I folded dove wings over cups of tea trying to end war
yanking these hooks out is like calling an air strike in the dead of the night
your middlegroundpoundcake sounds like earthquake drum solo's
my tastebuds my tongueblooms my lungs collapse beneath the foliage
Have you ever re-evolved on the carousel of light?
I'm wearing a paper hat, on a paper boat, with paper weights zig-zagging beta fish
and the clouds of smoke were really magic tricks by underwater sand magicians
I'm counting clouds while you count sheep
and I sleep with three eyes open so the moon waters my iris flowers
when you wake me on dead nights you are usually drunk
the police raided my house to tell me your phone was a breathilizer
somewhere a pyramid is wobbling and a dominion is sturdy
and I fell in love with the fairest of them all
on my canvas i drip tongue molasses sweet slow silky swirling slopes sliding secretly in silence
there isn't S on a chest that does not rise and fall with breath
no baby I know your smile is crooked as stockton highways
I stepped on a crack and broke my mothers back with the weight of straightening my life out
and each line I tug yanks spinal chords from your confetti factory
your handy tree branches grip my voicebox cutter
and I can only channel some grim prophecy to bleak speaker ashes
when you plummet I feel strange like i'm missing out on a sweet fall from the sky
I get high because I promised my mom I'd be an astronaut when I was 11
my cannabis children grow skinny when I'm gone
drink my darling infants
for the fruit of the callas is water on wooden tongues
and I fell in love with the fair
in the funnel cake tunnel smelling churro flower stems
laughing blind in funny mirrors at our distorted forms
will you find yourself in reflections
or continue to contort?

Drips

She smiled bubbelgum sunsets
sticky slates of pink snow slipping off her slender slopes slithering up my skull
blood rushing, tongue tingling
heat shimmering mirage woman dancing heatwave water bottles in a cottonmouth dessert
the drips
are like black widow belly red snowflakes floating slowly
cradled in my tongue the blood dots paint abstractions
this my graffiti slicer light saber bleak streaker contraption
holding onto your peach bleached my hands sweet clear and clean
sweep my feet away again darling starlet
on cold nights I can imagine voices screaming
and if you think i'm crazy about you
then this poem is a straight jacket
i hope you feel warm and sane
her lips are plush hazel maple lemon brush angles
eyes like Phoenix sneezes frozen bursting in utter darkness
she drips
like solitary bedroom monsoons
I wish you knew how much I love you
beneath the downpourage suppers she glittered crystal sickles
then harvested my knotted stomach cuts into her body
it still confuses me
the way she never felt the same
so i've come to these last pages to embrace a dying nebula
and in the starlight of the rotting
in the sunset of the smog
when we're finally so open
our insides hit the floor
i hope you save that juicy splatter somewhere deep inside your fabric
because somewhere in my journey
you hold an important place
she smiled candycane redwood white oak glowing rows
rainbow willow tendrils
and roots in pure gold
but her eyes
her eyes
were black holes
center
galaxies
wrapped around
molecules
atoms
figments
of my
head
and body
chemicals
drip
drip
drip