fiction
i. trapped in this dianthus flamingo cadillac of
Life
is a fluming tangerine ohm
with the tangy zip of cadmium
hovering in a deep peach field
with alizarin edges that vibrate like a cha-cha
expansive, rising- as a Chinese sun over pink-
& blanketing (as wildflowers over a coal mine)
an infinite depth of receding cobalt blue
& Love
is a shocking pink dusted with chalky rose
& (almost invisible) edges of gold.
soft and touchable, among hot dry and infinite fields
of barren red-orange that flame and shimmer coyly
pressing against dry-brushed edges
of dusty ochre and lemony green
& tropical- melony strips that samba,
nestle in shangri-la bands
and lure with their depths
ii. blue oyster (open butterfly)
I picked up a shell at Surfrider-
a blue oyster butterfly lined in nacre, with deep ridged edges and a milky core.
rough-hewn & thick-skinned with a crusty rim.
a little bowl, simple and empty- she catches the world in her cupped wings.
her beauty is her complexity; her feminity a soulful rough brown-pinkness
iii. neverland rainbow city
open the oyster; i see a place beyond everything
some(when) when some(where) we’re Together:
standing opposite. silhouetted to the void & radiant as the aurora.
i see you with such clarity. grinning- palms open, wind in your eyes.
you have Become so fully, with complex and specific edges
& prismlike, you cast unique & singular colors of light
curving light, space, form with your will
creating your world so easily, then you turn away, look at something,
[faraway].
i drag my toes in saltwater,
slip away on some thought again- -