"Papaver Somniferous Moth-Mind"
acrylic on canvas, 2006
On Opiated Poppy Paste
You can have great conversations
but all that remains,
when you lose track of the topic
and your train of thought falls away,
is the last caboose
framed in the opiated portraiture
of the perpetual present.
But you learn to craft
ever more exquisite
conversational cabooses
till you’re poppyhoppin’
between trains of thought
till single sentences
can stand alone
and deliver you
to your momentary destination.
What a Farce, the Human Race,
to Limit Itself to a Stage
Imbued with superpowers
and super powerful delusions
Current channels,
ineffable but not infallible
we muster up forgiveness for the divine,
The Most High Expectations,
for letting us down and facilitating our folly.
We dust off our trust & broken angel wings
and fare moth-minded into the flames
with thoughts aflutter,
mapping the light
in shades of self and other
till we’re mere mirror-minded moths, my dear—
flame-frenzied, blind as bats,
once upon a time from here.
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