baby girl you gonna keep bein blue on this crystal day and for all ever days
give me some of that paint slapped on my nose in the gentlest way
flannel wool and soft cotton metal shards fucking everywhere glowing like glass
the night spliced before amazing rotations and sage smoke on a couch in the middle of cement
warm cold new old kisses flow like the beautiful bullshit gin against one hundred pounds of blue plastic
blue like the dots and works in the sky
tears drip from our favorite trees and even though our eyes are wet our hearts are on fire
melting everywhere like the chocolate in your belly
brother you don't need to turn me away but oh boy I will reject your noise
cackle at the vapid ooze behind your horrible eyeballs
you two were the worst it ever got and it didn't even matter not for one second
checking on art was the name of the game dancing with wings and new faces
show me some love and I'll open up my glitter lung and we can eat up the joys of dawn and friendship
in an olive juice cocktail from the grocery store up the street
that blue sky was better than sex better than gravel crunching under tires on any road
was it better than the paint in my pores on my eyelids in my veins
better than the crooked stripe of oxidized sea foam between your eyes
it didn't get much better than being the object and product of a quest
wasn't so bad in fact wasn't anything better because we got it
got the love got it everywhere in every word in every sound in portable light
a souvenir courtesy of Fern Gully
I got filled with so much light from a silver cup of water and a palate of primaries
I got filled with purple beams and gold light so light we floated up to regions unknown
did so much kindling up there in ancient skies
hey Gwendolyn--we real cool too
cool like the blue shimmers of our wrists wrists that shook the night away from anything foundational
yeah we didn't worry about much except having a good time
melting pants got tenuous but we laughed that away lickety split
just as lickety as all the mouths I sucked dry
caught on film damn right
blue shirt boy gonna remember that the rest of his honeysuckle life
blue like the plaster on the sides of my face
dots stuck underneath the warm and safe magic of 6:00 brush
you didn't have to fix a single thing
a perfect coming as you are through my body to rest on my soft skin
soft as a memory as the liquid gold dissolving my hands and the bridge of my nose
I believe in blessings I believe in the violation of blessings
cruel fingers making wicked the greatest manna that lived inside
watching you watching your tools crumble in the claws of hags
liquid cart; i'm so glad you were born in my home; violation; you got a face with a view
