Energy
I like words that spin
and glide and slide
like vernacular helicopter
waterfall rides.
A typhoon surprise
that jives with the tide
like a hologram diamond
with infinite sides.
Words that remind me
of the centers of her eyes
like birds that sound off
with sonic laser cries.
I couldn’t hold on to the colors of the sky.
I tried so hard to suspend the wear of time.
They told me that all love petrifies into sigh.
And the forest of the mind is where it all comes to die.
I wouldn’t receive it.
Or even conceive it.
Those dumb motherfuckers
couldn’t make me believe it.
But it arrived.
And the sun eventually set.
It lasted much longer than most others, I bet.
Nonetheless.
There is nothing left to discover.
The mysteries’ve washed ashore.
I don’t give a shit what scientists do anymore.
Nothing changes nothing.
Nothing whatsoever.
I love her and I miss her, I could break this down forever.
