Day Glo

from here on up we’re 
dealing in stitches, the 
kind that knit together 
the facts of a chain letter
	firm as cotton

the moment i read it, i sensed 
it was a violent new beginning 
they spoke of the cool
grey flowers at the base 
of a mountain that flipped 
the day on its side like a 
	somersault 
between two hungry thighs
then drowned in the sands of a 
	murky desert

it was the end of a yarn
	white water		day glo
the iron scent of the night’s perfume 
and twelve (or so) bodies spinning 
on the surface of a lake covered in moss
the undressed face of a woman
glistens in the shape of an hourglass 
at the center of a portrait
	her lips curl like the corners 
	of an angry notebook
	
	{every vision is an inverted dream}

it was all happening around the corner
a truth was written 
in the headwinds, forecasted like a 
thunderstorm that broke
under the weight of a 
moon 
	flower 
		hybrid
			goddess

as time went by, i 
saw them carry it 
by the charms on their faces
the topsy-turvy of their shoulders 
beneath the smoky current of 
an electric guitar
	blue	wildflower	jive 

at the edge of every cliff is a door
all of life is a series of entrances

	{everything you are 
	is as you imagine it 
	only greater}

dream 	chaser
earth 	catcher
pin		wheel		
dragon	fly

we each live in the belly 
	of a stranger

in a world that spends 
so much time laughing at itself 
our greatest victory is
sitting with the secrets of our souls 
	in silence

there is a current of thought 
beneath our thoughts
	everything else is noise

6 thoughts on “Day Glo

  1. Gorgeous writing U!
    ‘in a world that spends
    so much time laughing at itself
    our greatest victory is
    sitting with the secrets of our souls
    in silence…Yes!

    there is a current of thought
    beneath our thoughts…Again Yes!
    everything else is noise’… So in tune you are! Here in the forest there are many magic mushrooms that I do believe just might be ancestors to your incredible creative mind! And I mean that with the up most respect. 😀
    ‘at the edge of every cliff is a door
    all of life is a series of entrances’ … Excellent!

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