minutia and matter
and rhetorical chatter
ignited, amazed
in a cerebral haze
riddled with pithy
sayings and craving stage
scramble to establish the next leading
phrase; your spray of excitement
lands on my face
I surf the deluded mood
sailing sea sharp to see flat
on a silver contrabass
I'm a shining tune whizzing through a shiny tube
on a mission
with paper mache paste
pinched alleyway by the name of Haste
Home is a soothing room
blur and ebonics
emits from muted laptop speaker hives
Here I'm an arabian dancer
radioactive like cancer canoe riding
on crimson tide
with ninja knives like romancer
We light incense
smoke tendrils to
fill my dream eyes at night
the porch invites a discussion of
an apricot moon who wears
fog like a plume
like the elites
chambers below us echo
the raucous buffoons
who bark and guffaw
across our dimly lit street
as I lay there and wonder
if they ever get sleep.
