Friday, September 10, 2021

Forget Heraclitus ~ Friday, September 10, 2021

Blue eyes blazing, I stare into the golden sun, my eyes burn cool fire blue

love is ridiculous like a roller coaster, head bobbing up and down

under the sheets at night, on the kitchen table at dawn before breakfast

eternally in love until we grow apart but until then we come

enticingly as flames, as tongues lick a blackhole, we disintegrate time

yellow as a cowherd burnt orange by the sun, squeezed, beaten to a pulp

excessive violence, gratuitous, senseless cinematic judgment

saccharine as sugar yet twice as sweet, tulips open with deep delight

belligerent rivals wage war against tough love, we fight for peace not piss

liquid skies, cool fire blue, turn piss and vinegar into vim and vigor

anxious anxiety chokes us, x marks the spot, buried treasure, black smoke

zones out, zonks out, zooms in for a close-up, the lens ready, Mr. DeMille

in sweet adolescence, we zip open our flies and hang out as couples uncouple

nearly sunset, the games we play remain the same, desire under the elms

generate heat to stay warm in winter, active in summer until fall

I play with a blindfold before I fall asleep, the darkness of my soul

stark, raving mad, naked across the asylum, we stare off into space

tranquility treasures the days of lithium in a haze of stardust

asinine donkey ears, we listen to foolish professionals to lead

raise the roof protesters gassed to tears by police playing at citizens

eager to wear body armor, bulletproof vests, act as Kevlar soldiers

ingratiate my soul with flatterers and thieves, troublemakers and fools

nervous agitation trying to find my way as a lost butterfly

trepidation deters hummingbirds from stealing my psyche with roses

obligations persist even though bridges burn slower than bullet trains

trails of activity alert others to dreams of thriving coral reefs

heat within the oceans cannot cool down the earth, simply burn the barn down

elegant arsonists torch cans of gasoline just to smell the petrol

gorgeous daylight, at dawn, I rest after a night of moving furniture

orders to save the witch and not the sad princess, miscommunication

linger too long feeding stale bread to hungry ducks floating across the lake

despite the decades lost, I can return to dreams, to a relinquished past

egregious spinsters sit together and drink tea waiting for their true love

nobody ever knocks while opportunity withers away with age

socialites always fit into the scheme, the flock horrified by spinsters

ugly bachelors still offend with good manners from the best homes, money

never buys happiness but patriarchy sticks to poor fraternities

my eyes burn cool fire blue when I met you at school in a dark corridor

yesterday, I woke up and fell back to slumber dogmatic axioms

esoteric knowledge of the spirit and breath makes metaphysics seem

yellow as wallpaper, old, stained, dried out, damaged, once hung, now forgotten

even as I enter the world of yesterday, kaleidoscopic snow

shakes off branches of trees where two squirrels quarrel over the size of nuts

bolster my confidence with patience to listen and engage, not dismiss

until the stars align, all consideration is infatuation

recently, an old man told me wisdom is trash recycled on purpose

nobody understands the hidden, dark corners, blind to introspection

consider the lilies beside her grave, so young, cut down before their prime

organic miso soup and fresh sushi, we ate but I could taste nothing

oblique angles, obtuse like dull-witted angels speaking through a donkey

lethargic and listless, souls in the underworld drink from the same river

forget Heraclitus for a moment, water is always just water

in time we become time, we become the river itself within the flux

reincarnation, time becomes rivers of flesh, reified as a thing

eternal Saṃsāra, the wheel of birth and death, of consciousness reborn

bury this flesh in ash in a funeral pyre, rise from ashes, phoenix

lift up your wings firebird, you appear first golden and then blue as the sun

unseen by naked eyes, except by drug addicts and madmen, time stands still

elicit the magic of the kingdom of God within copulation

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