Todos Dios

crisp morning
"summer-on, Hefty bag...
sizzling in the street"
I muttered to myself
as I glide my fingers
across the Nashville Basin;
and I pinch waywardly gentlemen
from a quartermile out

You know when you're feeling Pythagorian?
and the very limestone beneath your feet
harbors vibrato
from the spheres,
you jump like MJ (you pick),
the air catches your lip-corners
and thou art turnt up?

it's a polemic of its own;
the slow motion videos of smiling
on YouTube
the car crashes in the nite
lives scattered and smashed
todos
los
dios
not one day where a life isn't smashed
because it is good to be smashed
and regrouped
at the risk of sounding like a hippie

I am looking forward to rebooting
in a stark sense

and if heaven is real
would my solipsistic past
kick in and say
"whoa there
buddy, now now you don't
savor anything under my watch"

I should hope to be pierced
and for my iniquity and doubt
to pour out
into the cosmos
(causing Northern Lights and star twinkles
for the most remote persons)

warble

wound 'round
swimming pool jets
(((((((we are your local
hydrothermal vent creatures

all of the freedom
that we partied for
was to be found in old garages
as "rummage edifices"

I am doorknob
reflecting
bad room things

the hot birds in the conifers
at Alpine Camp
were "forward enough"
as the progressive stench
of my growing contempt
for authority roiled
down the dry creek beds
in Mentone

oh, the summer I learned the words
eradicate
&
edify

minor threat

two-fold Bill folds
on the edge of light
as if light was a papered plane
folded on the towel rack
that he's coating in tears

his father
wandered along the 35th parallel north
scouring and lauding
scouring and lauding
there were and are still
thousands of 70's bathrooms
at which to stare

"yeah I finished this sleeve out with the surface of Io"
"my dad is literally a rocket scientist"
"my other piece is a tactile graphic of the Nokia ringtone"

the elevator doors closed
and a man purported to possess
"mucho dinero"
and
"10-10-220 money"
chortled and jangled
his Infiniti J30 keys
"Redskins game tonight? I've got a good feeling about it.
I need to keep a positive mental attitude about this team."

Bill folds his paper and wonders how many others
are staring at the Otis logo at this moment in time

"No thanks I've got to get home to coach my own losing team."

agua fantasy occasion

pedalling my

20-inch Murray
along the road
(Konami MIDI)
((Spanish moss))

I heard the roar
and saw
a Bombardier 415
over head

"The Ceremonial Splash"
is what I imagined they'd have named it, or something

a guy wearing an O'Neil sweatshirt
hijacked the plane

and dumped 1,620 gallons of water
onto his ex-fiance's wedding