the magnitude of my inhalation?
spin and spin and the rush of air
envelopes me in a balmy breeze
the dandelion seeds i spray
i am with these blooming stars
spin and spin and the field flurries
the exhalation of my query
is caught between the teeth
spin and spin and the air is infused
with a merry kaleidoscopic vapor
shimmery streaks that mock
i am more fragile than they
spin and spin and abruptly i gasp
sunlit hopes sigh in my mind’s eye
i was not afraid of my next
breath until this awkward year
spin and spin and supposed safety stifles
this social atmosphere reeks
as i don my “essential” camouflage
continuing the corona charade
the gravity of my next inhalation?
poke my consciousness with truth
inner compass like a noose
inflame my fateful point of view
my violet haze of secrets bloom
and cremate my mental landscape
where a cerebral splinter swerved
humidity melts the stained chambers
a kaleidoscope of jagged jadedness
the silk road of my journey
sparks, incinerates the crooked
blown up bits of misplaced nostalgia
explode as truth becomes a
lifter of plagues & sifter of smoky
corridors coated with defeat, shame, excuses-
the ribbons left of my heart
become resilient fibers with which
i rescue the offering of the
entropic embers of myself
Self-deprecate & detonate
sugarcoat & slit your throat
I have moved so many times-
I leave myself to be cremated
