The Big Beesy

Get your feet licked. 
The ground’s covered 
In balcony dripped 
Saliva. 

Framed in potholes,
Your neon apparitions 
Await you. 

Enter the honeycomb 
To a melt of music; 
Here they charge you 
For deafness.

Old faces across the wall 
Sweat an elixir of gas. 
You molecule you dance 
In a hive on the drift.

The queen, she croons.

Atop Summer's Smokestack

Hanging hair plays on thermals;
You sit pretty, you pretty,

Like the earth's tethered child
Cast on a solar flare's hook.

The sun she lies beneath you,
And you tip your hat of stars.

Shoes slip off your dangled feet;
Einstein and Icarus smile.

I Am

I am a sleeper;

Cresting waves of futures,

Falling into pits of the past.

Grasping at the brass ring;

My fingers turn to smoke,

My eyes close.

My eyes open;

The night yields before me,

I slowly stand up.

I am a runner;

My lungs create fire,

My breath becomes ice.

The Earth shakes;

Continents shift underfoot,

The seas churn.

My ambitions soar;

Will becomes wings,

Wings become desire.

I am a fighter;

Fists made of dirt,

Blood pours like milk.

Heart beat quickens;

Thrust is parried,

Riposte then press.

Two figures embrace;

The battle has ended,

Passion creates desire.

I am a lover;

Sweat glistens on skin,

The pupil dilates.

Fingers grope frantically;

There is no other moment,

There is no other time.

Embrace eternity;

Fill your mind with lights,

Slip off into the nether.

I am a dreamer.