Dear Muse, you live
on giant leaps and estimations,
create clarity. Now is your time.
Breathe with me. Moment.
Presented – micro-levels,
neon cells, a magic number.
When will you make the call?
What will proliferate if
there are no matrices blocks?
Arching seas, the conversation.
Navigation, cool conjecture.
Grounded. Flap.
Supremacy – goggled,
working for its own reason.
Can I sleep next to my child?
How long till I lick my lover?
Trust a rebel. Fish,
hang the rod, soon to harpoon
another life; grey again.
Sea mist to gallop in.
Is neutrality allowed? Anarchy
in the lock. Sing through the abyss.
Hear heart on the throat shock.
Souls, chords. We know
each other more now.
What is manufactured?
There’s always been a world to hold.
Gaia, vomits on her own breath
and some say it is balance?
Temperature dropped. Synergy.
So, crown me with the spring heat
of this evolution. Give me
another steroid. Dear Muse,
yes, I’d rather have a flood.
Child, born into image; look
bat nature, war solution –
out of its cage or in it, climbing
the walls with facts.
Happy Happy Birthday.
I’ve slept myself in.
New family. All the odds
are open, dry skin.
Plastic will save us now.
Goods from America, goods
from China, herbs
from the local shop. Hoping
it’s clean and the dog
doesn’t need a wash.
Do what I’m supposed to.
Can we open a window,
put our cleaning sprays down?
Gaze at the geometry
of that flower. Come, be invisible
with me, share my fusilli. Fly
in the wi-fi dryness. Little coughs.
Rock me till dawn, unmeasurable
days. Warehouse prayers, gold dust.
Spit for the revolution. Richer, poorer.
Mearl/Falcon:
(only because I looked it up.)
Feel free to fact check me.
I’ll be hanging with muse
by a useful totem pole
in the woods, a solid earth-
sky connection, best
for spirit transit.
In sickness
and in health. I can feel growth,
eyes through the carpark,
one-sided. One side. One sided.
One lesson. I’m sitting,
no forgetting. 50/50 statistically.
