Everything Is Now, Everyone Is Somewhere Else.

In the bitter-acid river

float the cherry-bubble boats

all the colors bleed together

and eventually, explode

We're waiting in the cupboard
for the checkered wind to blow
there's howling in the corner spot
where feathered kingdoms grow

The clutter-thoughts are reaching

toward the hollows of my mind

as the robots reach in sideways

wag my tongue from side to side

My words are screaming slower

as the dogged cat-mouse sighs
the soldier drums are falling back
for bliss and so am I

Sleeping in the messy cloud
where scandal stole away
toward the dawn of halfspun men
who grew to rue the day