a faint golden glow
a whale’s rib cage
captured in stone
arches above you
the gilded gleam
of a serpentine woman
from 2 years
make it smaller
with each inhale
with each exhale
I wish to ignite
and flare out
for we both
to much to bare.
I am the milky way staring at itself
from one limited vantage point.
as a slight imbalanced equation
at the beginning of space time.
What I always wanted to say to you lied underneath lake pebbles.
What I always wanted to say got tangled in water lily roots.
What I always wanted to say seeped down deep beneath grim and sand.
What I always wanted to say was stirred up by an earthquake.
What I always wanted to say got swallowed by a catfish.
What I always wanted to say was mixed with bile.
What I always wanted to say was fried up.
What I always wanted to say was served with hush puppies.
What I always wanted to say was dipped in tartar sauce.
and swallowed by your lovely lips.
I’ve sweetened you with Monday’s
pouring out crystal powdery
drop drop drops
I’ve laced you with Tuesday’s
slicing up yellow bitter
crop crop crops
I’ve stirred you with Wednesday’s
combining each day in
lump lump lumps
I’ve boiled you in Thursday’s
counting down the bubbles
pop pop pop
I’ve molded you in Friday’s
shaping your form with new
mold mold molds
Time and time again
I’ve chilled you under stars
named you Saturday and Sunday
yet here you are
creeping silver traces names onto gabbro walls preserving our present presence before the black gash as miraculously precious
LEO BERT ABRAMOSKI ROBERT JOHN ACHAS JESSE RODRIQUEZ ACOSTA
RAYMOND ALVIN ADAM HUGHIE DARELL ADAMS GABRIEL RALPH ALAMO
each wall reflects a face veiled in creeping silver names that have fallen on the stage of theaters
GEORGE HENRY ALBRECHT JAMES BLAIR ALEXANDER JAMES HERBERT ALLRED
WILLIAM HARRY AMSPACHER DELOSS WILLIAM ANDERSON EVERETT LEE ANDERSON
as each face passes one wall a new one arises
following the march of silent spectators creeping silver branches out
THOMAS EDWARD ANDERSON MARSHALL JOSEPH ANGELL JOSE RUBEN ARAGON
WAYNE ALLEN ARAKAKI ROBERT GEORGE ARMSTRONG ODIS DANIEL ARNOLD
spectators walls and creeping silver stretch out into the horizon against a blood orange sky
Five years or more packed
into cardboard boxes,
shipped across three
states inside an aluminum
truck, carried by friends
into a one bedroom home.
And as I unpack
I let more