RareForm
Bluelight Crew
Yesterday was yellowed
playground fields and tire-swings,
what would happen
if we jumped off the monkey bars,
fly-swatter fingers
and tattered curls.
Today is chocolate milk and jalapeno pirogies,
a national collision
of cultural flavors set to meld
on my tongue;
it’s shadow conversations
with sidewalk hands, catching the curves
of each other
between our fingertips, the spiders
growing in our hair.
The tunnel glimmers
and the headlights thicken –
the calm is contagious.
The hanging man
with the leafy features whispers
that he once held séances
in black-filtered rooms
worshipping the Wall demons
looking for some god,
gold-laced or black-corseted;
high heels click
on linoleum
so it never mattered.
Bipolar II and Manic Depression
take a walk
through the woods,
amplifying the darkness
into black wool blankets, the sheep
long since dead,
unburied and rotting
in a pretty field with pink flowers
and white daisies;
the path takes sharp turns down
hills, around corners, out
the other side, up
again
down again.
Now they gave up
their names and declared
their Insanity
like some bill of rights,
essentiality and common sense-iality
red lipstick-iality,
And redbluepurple pills
sold separately.
Take the world
between thumb and index,
marble wonder world, shiny
like new car familiar, sleep
naked on rooftops,
sleep dirty on sidewalks.
Climb index cards
with your eye-line, projection
onto a white canvas screen
which he called
bare when it was beautiful..
or was it beautiful when it was bare?
Kiss blindfolded strangers and wash
your hands clean
with voyeurism sensations.
Call the day a Day
and the night a Possibility; call
your mother
before they disconnect the phone.
The end is the beginning,
hang up the phone,
the beginning is the end,
put on your shoes.
Suspend yourself
from the highest tree
on the last day of your life.
Dangle your toes
pointedly like a ballerina,
ready to pirouette
through telephone lines -
electrocution
at the cost
of
pink satin.
Something burns,
[we can’t define it]
but the stupid decisions we make
when we declare our minds immortal
are beginning to add up.
playground fields and tire-swings,
what would happen
if we jumped off the monkey bars,
fly-swatter fingers
and tattered curls.
Today is chocolate milk and jalapeno pirogies,
a national collision
of cultural flavors set to meld
on my tongue;
it’s shadow conversations
with sidewalk hands, catching the curves
of each other
between our fingertips, the spiders
growing in our hair.
The tunnel glimmers
and the headlights thicken –
the calm is contagious.
The hanging man
with the leafy features whispers
that he once held séances
in black-filtered rooms
worshipping the Wall demons
looking for some god,
gold-laced or black-corseted;
high heels click
on linoleum
so it never mattered.
Bipolar II and Manic Depression
take a walk
through the woods,
amplifying the darkness
into black wool blankets, the sheep
long since dead,
unburied and rotting
in a pretty field with pink flowers
and white daisies;
the path takes sharp turns down
hills, around corners, out
the other side, up
again
down again.
Now they gave up
their names and declared
their Insanity
like some bill of rights,
essentiality and common sense-iality
red lipstick-iality,
And redbluepurple pills
sold separately.
Take the world
between thumb and index,
marble wonder world, shiny
like new car familiar, sleep
naked on rooftops,
sleep dirty on sidewalks.
Climb index cards
with your eye-line, projection
onto a white canvas screen
which he called
bare when it was beautiful..
or was it beautiful when it was bare?
Kiss blindfolded strangers and wash
your hands clean
with voyeurism sensations.
Call the day a Day
and the night a Possibility; call
your mother
before they disconnect the phone.
The end is the beginning,
hang up the phone,
the beginning is the end,
put on your shoes.
Suspend yourself
from the highest tree
on the last day of your life.
Dangle your toes
pointedly like a ballerina,
ready to pirouette
through telephone lines -
electrocution
at the cost
of
pink satin.
Something burns,
[we can’t define it]
but the stupid decisions we make
when we declare our minds immortal
are beginning to add up.
