...her.




inspired
infinite

Yesterday, we had a guy come into the shop who was going door-to-door selling 'name brand' colognes and perfumes.
"This will make the women wonder who smells so good," he told me," and then they'll come to you..."
and instead of trying to explain Black Phoenix Alchemy, i found myself saying
"i have a girlfriend."
Then i kept those words in my mouth for a moment, like a butterscotch disc.
Sweet, and light but with some afterweight that only creamflavours can give.
salty on the sides of my tongue, sweet on the flat.

"i have a girlfriend," i said again, but to myself this time.

(i am learning the maths of caterpillars)

my sciences of uncorner undershadows paint whiteboards made for sunbeams and light outside of the spectrums brought for eyes
and in this classroom of zebra flesh and windchime'd orizons i make blankets and banks,
storing storyspun yarns for dreamlooms
marking maybes and moments to ferment in heartvaults and warm the reliquaries of our resonance
the charts of the pack of us, free'd from fen, unbound

i pour tea: made from your blood in my mouth
i knead earth with no ground
and my breath is filled with the musk of honeysuckle'd abandon

i loll in the tall grasses of possibility and rhyme
hiding from doubt and yesterdays
wearing the blades and straws of lyrics in my mane
faith and admiration between my claws


and in this unanswered sunlight of the morning of us
dawn promises that the starlight's still up there above her
moon notes where she'll put waves
and wind holds grace, batting patience about like crickets on glass

and here at the window'd tables of my learning
caterpillars sing soft sounds of tomorrow, cosine mark'd by heartstrings
the theorems of apricots
where we
are the bottom line