Tickle

I took to the pavement
and spread my feet apart
from front to back
front to back.
I keeled over
and blew hard into the cracks
in the asphalt, holding
my gut.

I stomped
a tiny candle
wet with dark
wax into the
sovereign weeds
I kicked apart
a rotted log
to find you
nestled within.
I kissed you and
made you a little flower
garland and we skipped
through the meadows
and hopped the grasshoppers
and hoped a hope
that the sky would stay blue and
we would never age beyond our
most beautiful of days.

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I began to think
we were alone
although we were together
it felt like a sad, depressing
story that
I could not handle
and began to tear up.
when you embraced me it felt
better.

It stuck in my head like an arrow
to sidle up beside a calf
and milk her
till her face was brown
and the desert swallowed her.
intense cremation.
burned alive but
skins so sore...
white and turning black.
then turning to nothing
spun around in a kiln that did
not exist until he told it to.

step ladder
brilliant little fuckers.
feet swept in
wet grass
pilfered ideas
drum beat seclusion
separation
technical breads...
little seeds of doubt in
the dirt.
computers.

When she opened the door
it opened her.
her face swelled to
the size of an ostrich egg.
big and round...
god poked
his face
in and
told her that she wasn't welcome
so she went back
to find her mother and father..
the hall was black and encrusted
with garnets and little black
eyed gemstones.
she wandered the palace looking for a window
so as to
see the sky through.