The Wild Land That Made No Sense
Handful of gravel thrown in a toy box:
Weighted down to be a doorstop,
Propped up to be a keepsake,
Crunched down to be a tin can.
Aromatic leather stained teeth
And kind eyed smile spoke quietly,
Telling me of transformation and
Matter being more than It Is.
Back and forth the glance broke glass.
Forest dropped into a bucket of ocean
Drained through a cavernous sink
Collaspe crumbled into furnace fuel
Driving mechanical camel through
Endless desert.
Still I saw that creased face on the
Precarious cliffs aching to fall with
Grin lines under wild eyes whirring
And nod off toddler naps churning.
Blinking airborne amidst scattered gatherings:
The cloistered lovelorn smatterings of
Hay-hatched huts sewn of time’s thread,
Phasing into colors impossible to read
With human eyes.
Memory shrank, euphoria.
A busted piñata cherry blossom
Blood yellow-brown skin soft touch.
Chills on spine on hair nape of neck,
Dark sheets cold room spun in the
Laundry, smelling pheromones &
Perfumed laughs
Still, that pretty ugly face & I felt
Burning eyes on my conscience
Reciting the lovely nothings
That made no sense:
Handful of sand flicked in the wind:
Met a raindrop became a mud spot,
Fell in flames became a glass pane,
Crunched in hand became a wasteland.