pull

Pull
Long sigh put smoke in my I
so eye blinked tears down the blind-side of tomorrows
dreaming puddles of rubble
that rippled an ocean of troubles
pull
Ten thousand elastic waves
lung-sickness and stubble
carried my tesco shopping in the bags beneath my eyes
while gearboxes grind by my window
exhale
and rusted nails from yesterday
make mansions in my imagination
and I'm walking on the halos
of poets and idea benders
breathing all of my life
today

crooked the looks that life gives me,
stilted the stand of no-motion,
slow like walking mountains,
i spout fountains of silent speech from my mouth,
lips making ideas like fish gasping silent for breath,
and all i say is just another way
of bubbles pro-creating

sixty one suns

sixty one suns
the sum of the weight of my heart,
so heavy that I can float in a vacuum,
see the cosmos through light
shining on closed lids,
I tip shadows off the palms of my hands
shouting versus from liberty land,
I stand beneath the cloud of humanities failed dreams of freedom
eating knowledge for morning porridge
s**ting books.