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INTERIOR WEATHER

I followed the rain’s blushing bullets through to the back

and there the light snapped gray shards over every single thing

these are the shards I was trying to talk about when talking still made sense.

The climate is collapsing, whispers the anemone to the phone cords of mid-century.

I watched the factory mass produce tiny charms of these phones, suitable for necklaces

in all weather forecasts, a plastic pop reminder that we can, and do, and must commune.

The rain follows me through to the back behind the back. Back further

and still, some wires. And still some shards. Did you hear the recording of the icebergs

breaking. A frostbitten toe snaps off in a dismayed hand. Dismembered

on the commune. The rain is genetic, shards collapsing back as disembodied sound.

Among all the things left here to cherish, I cherish sound the most, dry lips parting

to take water in, then water rushing through, four billion years old, at least.

 

 

 

 

SIGHT

i have seen several ghosts manifesting as slamming shadows or moved objects figures above me or watching from the foot and once a white light like walking a path extraordinary amount of fried when eric woke up once and i said me too and he said what he saw was exactly and so he believed confirmed so now we were sighting or more likely i don’t want to put my finger i don’t want to take a picture of the door opening came from inside my head

across time and spaces doors and floating quarters channeled messages or smoking in the doorway of the bed or just weight filling a small room laden with scent meat and cherry blossoms saying he had seen a ghost describe it i did as i saw it earlier and then someone else too three was the most satisfying the least in the wound on his side i want the reverberation and the voice i know

 

 

 

 

PURPLE

Sometimes when you sink
your hands to earth

you touch shit. And if
your eyes are on the river

glued, the light ripples elementally.
The light is fire.

The ripples, air and water.
Hands salt licked and water washed.

Dust to shit to dust.
Dusk rippling in a dirty river,

an earthy river, that
thunder whips to lavender cream.