Poetry
two
SOUL MUSIC (for Amelia)
I lay on a long invisible strip of dream
where my friends feed me music. I live for a while
as a tiny particle of a great stream
of my friends' music
my friend's intensely particular silk and sand way of bringing
worlds to light
they talk in a sound like singing, I live for that
lay in a long and dreamlike river announcing
that the song I see part of myself in, knows
we get laid to the music
and let it grow inside us
IN SEGMENTS
I swallow the sun almost filmic
I swallow the sun whole
there was too much lid it was too heavy / raised
by so much more than parents
when it gets to be too much
fall through the floor
at the end of the word celestial emptiness
will you become a star or a hole …
when I swallow the sun nothing
gets warm or light inside me
(parenting so much more than you raise)
i can become consumed with the object of my fire …
I think I wanna be a hole amongst holes
multiple and simultaneous
she could feel another world pressing against this one
like a lover …
what does it take to leave choked out
hot one
that bitch inside pure unmitigated
peace … who scares me