Tom, How Do You Do? Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

I scampered through the desert
That bit my tongue and burnt my feet
The mackerel sky threw my bitter dreams
Into a pond that gnawed at my sanity
Like an army of piranhas
That got to open their mouths
For the first time; blood-shed partied
Into the distance were crystals
That warned me: it would cut and kill
But I didn't care for the signs
Trampling upon plastic daisies
And dissolved colors into fake waters
I reached out for your echo
Hoping my mind, an impetus
To make you tangible enough to hold
So tell me, dear Tom;
Now that we're past the fire
And slowly sinking into the icicles
Of better musings and melodious muteness
How do you do?