lima sierra

delta the

atomic

annie

 

a fistful of

years ago

after a

powerful

molt

 

in

december i 

shoveled a

fresh grave

in sonoran

sand and

 

crawled

back into

my wrinkled

paper skin

union suit.

 

spent the

interim in

between

my

bedroom

and

betelgeuse,

 

rictus

grinning

into space

alone and

surrounded

by colorful

plastic

holding my

breath

 

high on

microwaved

culture and a

peacemaker

pacifier, the

phoned in

love of a

long

distance

lover.

 

archons

keeping

time to the

tambourine

teeth and

castanet

knees of

a parasite

possessed

livestock

with

factory

farmed

souls sold

civil war in

the cradle

of the

sandman.

 

hypnotized

hobos with

broken

backs

crippled

for

crumbs

warming

catcher’s mitt 

hands over a

concentration

campfire of

cognitive

dissonance.

 

canned heat

cocktails in

tin beggar’s

cups.

 

four minute

mile pulling

left

woodgrain

and right

rainbow

stained

levers,

reading

numbers on

a milky way

console.

 

enter stage

left the grim

reaper eyes

and wildfire

mane of a

sub-saharan

lion with

pheromones

like home.

 

his pounce

collapses us

into a pile of

man and

beast,

elliptical

and broken

mirror.

 

switchblade

claws shred

my peeling

wallpaper

skin onesie.

 

i remember

this reverie,

 

i’ve lived this

death before.

 

i refuse to

live it again.

 

incisors

inside me,

i dig a

dagger of

seven years

of bad luck

into his gut

and drag

open a

horizontal

hole the

size of him.

 

cupped

hands pour

hot blood

into my

mouth.

 

infinite

awareness

as the

human

experience

in the i am

ever

present

moment of

the ancient

future.

 

lima sierra

delta the

atomic

annie to

the upshot

-knothole

grable of

my

quickening.

 

when the

mushroom

cloud

clears i

greet the

gas mask

morning,

 

god rays 

through

a lattice

of lashes

then the

pinhole

pollock

between

tree

leaves.

 

jump cut

back to

the camper

of creature

comforts in

a brave

new world

and a fresh

change of

skin.

 

i said,

laughter

is the

universal

language,

and math

i guess…

 

he said,

yep,

when you

gotta nerd

-out on it.