shellfish

Airplane trails on classical morning through the upper third of a window

White foam dissipates into the atmosphere something like laughter

into a break as later sudden rain came but the music stayed, and navigated through building stairflights and star lights in street minds and seasons,

roofs and wood drinking in through various corrosions,

in brief explosions out of seclusion,

as it continues wandering by while we linger in transparent shields that resemble electrical fields, and the rain on the sidewalk gives warmth of emotional distortion like crackled records, flames that shape days in ways that line with imagined futures, as it gets overblown in thunderstorms,

whiskeys, trembled voices, gutter overspill, scratchy FM reception, three joints and rolled tobacco

soft charcoal on the wood, square rusted nails

laundromats of seventies orange off-white machinery shaking, reading through the background noise, nourishment, of how we are connected without holding, healed without knowing, attached thankful like grounded outlets through solitary apartments that hover low on cold earth

as if its rain and were speaking to old snow and watch it turn to memory as warmth returns, and if the bundle of nerves could so unravel, be fully channelled, we’d plant mudded footprints and sink slow into grass grown over playground asphalt, and where the world implies sweetness, a momentary completeness, the comes from human touch, it’s nothing much

part snowflakes broken like bright blue lighters on gravel, and choking on the golden, gliding on flattened aluminum cans, picking discarded hair bands, as we pass through in something like a flickering

and go with the blown fuses on poor street corners

go with the blown smoke in alleyways, as we revolve into new spaces

and faces become what we’ve overcome or understood or run from

zig zag electrical pulse surrounded by closeness and a thousand miles away,

single leaf, single sparrow, single line,

gray blue rain blue black ink stains

having coped with the world so far,

through possibilities, laughter and longing,

thoroughly entangled at times, between ride and dance abyssal

occassional char marks on the kitchen table

and a faint celebration of what it is to be alive, moves quiet throughout the night galaxy as she thinks of us every night

through trust and synth tones,

trees move with new buds in vague wind,

pocket flasks and rain, hologram car light,

where we catch up to ourselves, form curiosities,

polish colored rocks in minds to pacify, pass the time,

to betray into eachother under muffled stars

that span to move color in arrangement of harmony

teal maroon fuschia blend grey white black white black greenyellow yellowgreen

wet laundryline relentless forgotten triads attack like sorcerers sorceress

and release into weirdness wavelengths like a horizontal staircase

steady hum speak slow it burns fast

as moments bleed with the buds on the trees,

turning whites and pinks from neon green

falling out of sync and recovering,

fishing through the trash for cigarettes,

shaking until we find what we need, something like a level clearing,

as if this is what we do, through exhaustion, through occupation, weekend inebriation

nuclear sunset citronella,

this is how it seemed as it breathed heaving,

for wishes locked and secrets worth keeping

tension that bent against roots that spread in all directions,

whats seen and tried in the name of thirst in the night

in the name of giving taking having knowing holding and trading

the pulse of her spine sits on our front doorstep,

while we step on wet paint and spread trails in faded footsteps trying to read under streetlight

somewhere between apology and needing, layers of belief are weaving, some kind of strength in relief

while memories change hue to go easy,

afternoon texture can spread across continents in shopping carts

some imaginative cartographers drawn rhinoceros

cloud clearing helicopters coughed dust wake in sarcophagus

cold call clear clogged esophagus, with an orange love song to organize

as if this is some pharmaceutical shamans lopsided dream

blunt as an iron mace, but organs soar as they fall against bone,

coordinate in the earth, ambition through expansion,

what we said and never mentioned became essential,

something like oil spill containment, a song of shellfish and tarred pelicans

turning the color of abandoned heavens

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