starfish bread silking near
when i exit one's green
timeless powder of love
kept in impossible bottles
...
of lightflakes haunting sadness
is to make dust castles
as pure as walls can be
...
oozing sand blood
wanting to wallpaint
a desire from neverwood
burning as a sun's fingers
...
in the meat of colors
i always dream salty
i roar at the silksnakes
avoiding my tentacles
...
silksnakes
lurking across
the forests the deserts
of my body of my mind
...
rain falling up
on the rivers of the suns -
our heads are the clouds
...
helicopters are swimming through the air
and i can smell their vibration.
when the grass is panicked,
i feel thirsty.
...
our head breathes helium;
in every breath
we feel the smoke of generations.
...
nine moons
hovering over the luxurious city
and in my glass stomach
...
crunchy cellar door flowers
rising below the ground level
of pink poverty and fruitful
ziggurats made in 1897
...