Consume Reality!
Particulate
Particulates of smoke
Tetrahedron points
Floating as if in
Zero gravity
Flushing through lungs
Worming through bronchi
Grey, brown, red shards
Of microcosmic triangles
Pinpricks of a universe
Points of light glittering
In smog of breath swirling
Inhaling and taking to berth
Tubes of red and blue lacing
Through a body
Carrying triangular nodes
Of yellow gas
Inclement
Walking around
In the early morning
Petrichor in the lungs
Beside
Gateway
Highways
To any
High way
Over railroads
And rail roads
Where fortresses
Grid tall towns
Warm hands
On yokes and reins
Vicious peacocks
Edged driftwood
Can’t stop
Won’t stop
Ferns on moss
On trees
Puzzle bark
Sticks
Razor wire
Shrub forts
Spear thrower
Cliff face
Concave
River things
Where runoff
Runs off
And races
Cliff faces
Oilfog
It was October when
I first remembered
Seeing you
It began with sugar
Powdered, of course
The threatening snow
There began a note
Of a sweetest fruit
The strawberry
With the red threads
That brushed the air
Scattering particles
When again I remember you
You left a trail of things boiled
And cornucopias of rich oil
The oil
That oil
Spread in the fog
Freezing things like snow does
Whipping
Second thoughts
Heavy freezing droplets
Catching and coating
The terrain within the fog
Melting points decreased
To freeze
And sublimate
Vexing words and actions
All happen within
This perplexing weather
The ground freezes
The air lightens
The light stops
It was November
When I last saw you
And now
And now
You’re all I can
Think about
As December begins
Dirty polyp bulbs
Float and drift
Thick and syrupy
The liquid lifts
And splits in rifts
Crackling and dripping
With
The remembering condensation
They freeze over
And stop still
Bent to leaves fall
Autumnal leavings
Starting the cold
Wave of syrupy air
December begins
And I think of
The time that is
Up to chance
The luck
In this massive oil pot
Spilling over onto me
Coating me
In the thickest of dreams
Strawberry notes cascaded
Confectioner’s sugar descended
Into the oil steam and chilled air
It fractals into visible light
Shaped like a key
The droplets only I can see
Pool into puddles
And spread into
Miniature rivers
As it melts its surroundings
The icy steam lifts
With the powder
My world becomes frozen over
With the blackest oil
Which coats me so wonderfully
It’s all I want to see
To continue living in this dream
With oil fog which surrounds me
The comforting cold
And solidifying warmth
Solstices this grey plane
Crystals
I was stupid to trust a swine once more
My heart and mind could never agree or decide
So you did for me
I saw it coming
I knew it was near, but ’tis an odd shape it came in
Formless, unbounded, the fog rolled in
I look up at the clouds sinking lower
And knew that above them
There you were
Moist air aerosol crept into every pore
My mouth dried in the cooling air
Frozen into place were my mind and my veins
The mist rolled and the clouds descended
Walking on the grass to reach a destination
On the frosted dew that crunched
Under my feet with every step
My shoes grew wetter by the step
The rhythm in ice unfrozen
Friction collapsing crystals in bone
It’s growing harder to see
Through this thick fog surrounding
It is comforting
Every step fighting frost
Heat generated and dissipated
Winter clothes on as I take more steps
Towards the ever-declining air
Hydrated bronchi were never
So beautiful
I can only see my feet
And the ground just below
As I walk through the
Field that I know of
All fades
Grass remains
Every step
Nearing something
Then a wind
Compounding the chill
Through my jackets
Reaching for bone
The wind
Curtains away the fog
Revealing to me
The field I knew
Undercast overhead
Trees on all horizons
Walking towards something
Something I knew
The fog was gone
Yet the air was crisp
It
Stayed
Behind and left with it
Dewdrops from thin air
Floating in suspended animation
