A rush of rapids to the head. Peeking over the edge of some fast approaching waterfall. No time to adjust barrel position.
Freefall.
River continues under asphalt. Heat stains from factory shadow. Friends lose sight of one another.
“I can't feel her hand holding mine anymore.”
Sounds of laughter dissipate under pressure of impossible weight. Changes channeled through chains of reason. Waters churn and bubble in a frenzy of continued flow of movement. Arriving in a final stagnant place. A poisoned reservoir that smells artificially sour. Sapphire blue begins to melt into a cool concrete grey. Waters thick with sediment grow strange flowers from the foam.
Along the shoreline silent creatures are seen ripping out the roots one by one. They cradle piles of polyurethane petals in shiny blankets locked with cables. Trophies treated as trusted treasure while soft magic of squishy tenderness hardens under the new sun of scrutiny. Jealous stars cry out for attention. Dull shines muted through affection shown for the dark.
“They can't see the fullness of my light when you tell them all my names.”
Warm glows hushed under the shifting of shivering shawls.
A piece of birch bark floats hopelessly down the riverbank in the opposite direction. Patient understanding in defiance of orientation swims like a salmon against the current of the relentless pursuits of time. Spinning and spiralling upwards and towards a place of source.
"Sometimes words rain down from ancient clouds. Thunders bang and rattle their echoes of ancestry. Thoughts arrive and enter the mind with an ease and gentle grace that couldn't quite be mine alone…"
Kailash
Streets and people freeze
save their blessings for a sneeze
everybody goin' viral
tryna rid myself of the disease
out of order alt delete
loudest motor gets the grease
flower grower lost in peace
purpose driven posting pieces
hypocritic oath no keeps
never seen a dollar either
that I didn’t need to spend or throw at some new larger theatre
pocket features
size in scope and use and not the broader meters
news beams
needles in a stack of needles
someone need the doctors preacher
music and the hot machiner
gossiping with gospels
tossing thoughts into the breeze
and blew the cease desist with cheap perfume and view decreasers
kindred readers
all agree of possibility of wits now lost in ether
talker speaker
say it slowly
stumble not into the seekers wager
meet your maker
stalk your fate and feeders
easy rider waiter
need another manger
cedar