How far is it?
When i ran away from you.
How far now?
The gigantic red panda’s interior
of all your eyes and how they
hypnotize me while the wheels move
. All the terrible thoughts
bad brains of tiny eyes hypnotize you
as revolving sounds.
Above your head a shining thoughts
punched absence bordelais cannons
night and day — the silver lease
of boxcars. I wrote a small note
to the arcs of gods, and what pride!
the letter inside the slot.
IF i had a photograph of you
would i spend this life just fishing?
Like a tent of unending cries
will there be cream or blood or
faucet waters washing away memories
of you. Make up and allow her cancerous
pallors to drag lazy legs into little
busy polyps.
Sweetly, sweetly I breath in all my
memories filling my veins with invisibles
inside the billions of souls.
:: 03.15.2022 ::