they voiced their concern

that jostled the bonds of

already shaky relations.

i pray not to the sky,

as a lustful martyr;

kissing the wet earth.

a man enters me, i weep;

controlled chaos.

my mother never ceases

to shout on count

biblical metronome

an ancient blend of cryptic creed.

i smoke her remains of reasoning

through an open ended note.

collected my own tears in a bottle

fast away.

a lucky man can

make up his mind

sans sane rumination

skip the country

buy a mattress

i've known him forever.

thus,

here i sit trying

to train my brain to

not to be a stranger to you

how we might find each other in the light.

after years of pouring tea

and swimming in ocean

we find a speck of time to be cruel.

though we could free each other

and think it less laborious to remain still

while the rush of blood and

electric currents innervate

large bodies to dance.

so that is why i ask of you

let us find the lightning of will

to speak and to hear

each other count in circles

bring the elephants,

in with the clowns!

and have them stomp on the laundry!

no pressure.