Money is soft
flesh is sunlight
walls are skin
some eyes are brick
some flowers hard
some tears chilled
from centuries of no outlet
pores open like black holes
skin ruptures in gentle moonlight
as the noise of grass grows
to a towering green tumult
clocks vomit
shoes fall
time stalls
shirts flap like sails
to invite you toward the skin
eyelashes glimmer with beads of ice
from centuries of no outlet
dandelions weep gently
and giggle in helpless disintegration
birds moan dogs squawk
above and within the seething grass
one thousand reaching mouths of the same animal
soil writhes - worms are kind
clouds explode - paper shrieks
chrome lies - words sigh
two eternal kids
throw a flaming frisbee back and forth
through and toward
each other's heartbeats
wood cackles
years circle like distant vultures
but nothing ever quite dies.
