baste

thoughts are popcorn; quickly heated, too gaseous to nurture or nourish. Wrapped in sugar, salt and butter. Fast foods for quick footed times. I simmer slowly. Taste each new ingredient before slicing and sauteeing. I am taking notes from my ancestors on cauldrons and chopping boards.

doens't make much sense, but then most things don't

if every whispher were audible I would run in every direction. my body shredded and floating. over the ranges, into the sea.

i fire small warning shots. test my ammunition. fireworks are our closest approximation of what lies beyond the atmosphere.

we turn over new leaves and old car engines.
both grumble before they awake

transit

moving beyond the grey scale into CYMK. my abbreviations grow like shortened breaths. a rapid fire of exhalation.

i am charting small transitions until the present eclipses the past. i wade into waters where clear coated bottoms are magnified in the light.

all i have learnt is illuminated against the clear blue of desert skies.

dazzle

time is decidious. i grow addicted to the hues of red, gold and brown.

the day dazzles into being. i find metaphors in frost melting. mistaken for rain.

she reminds me of everything i'd forgotten i remembered. i scrawl concentric circles in the dirt as we speak.

you save me with these small gestures. each one a landslide contained within a heartbeat.

a little more like it

Sunlight pours into the town. My crescendo catches a beat before the refrain. I am yet to spark, but flicking matches. Holding them close between finger and thumb.

There are trails that lead off into scrubland. Unchartered. Some rainbows desire more than gold. Some talk show hosts don't know how to listen.

We rely on paradox to speak the truth.

I have not been as articulate as I could be. But I have been swimming in the foglands for week. And I have just dragged my carcasses through five kinds of revelation before breakfast.

I'll be back in a sec....

breakers

we hold so much for so long. Then it breaks over us. And we descend below the turbulance. Flirt with drowning. Try to merge with the foam and the sharks and the wind. We emerge with lungs bursting and sand scraped knees catching the new light of day. Amphibian, we dwell here, part water, part sea, part sky.

a dawn

we awake from dreaming with salt crusted eyes. Adjusting to sunshine, we flicker until the spectrum soldifies. Tendons snap in new directions. Muscles stretch until new shapes form constellations of sinew and skin. With each breath i am elated by the journey from was to is.