Your smile,
teeth imprinted in the skin of my neck,
a side show in the carnival of the cells,
splitting, sawed in half,
the pinnacle of the magic act -
now my mind is elsewhere. And here.
The strong man in red lifts bar bells
in rhythm hitting the ceiling.
With each impact a little lightning
sizzles in the pan, like a hologram
a vision rises, a little electrical,
your smile imprinted in my flesh.
I see it jump from hair to hair,
reaching straight up out of jacket
undone, open. The flood rushes in crimson over the teeth of the clasps.
Slate cerebellum clouds suck the lightning up with the rain
so the veins return, full,
undulating to the earth
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.