SPUN FLIES

A POEM ABOUT YOU KNOW

BLUE LIGHT THROUGH MY EYELIDS AGAIN SPLICE I WANT YOUR TONGUE, STEPPING INTO A HOT TUB OF GEL LIKE IT WILL HEAL MY FINGERS. VISION OF HANDS ON A ROPE, SUSPENDED BETWEEN TREES AND THERE’S A MONKEY AT THE OTHER END SMILING ITS FACE, OH MY GOD YOU MADE IT BABE YOU’RE A BEAM OF LIGHT AND WHO’S THE MONKEY IT’S YOU WITH YOUR READY TEETH AND DESIRE FOR WARMTH.

SHE READ ME A PASSAGE THAT SAID FLIES SPUN IN A CENTRIFUGE FOR 2 WEEKS LIVE LONGER THAN THE UNSPUN. THERE’S NOTHING LIKE THE FIRST DAY YUM. PEOPLE SAY HOW DO YOU SPEND YOUR TIME I HATE THAT WORD SPEND IN THIS CONTEXT, I WANT TO EAT THE HEART OF THE INSTANT AND NEVER SHIT IT OUT, BUT THAT’S NOT TRUE, CONSTIPATED MIND IS WHY I’M WHISPERING SO MUCH FOR HEALS.

CAR IS IN THE SHOP AGAIN, DANCE IN THE KITCHEN AGAIN, HOW DO YOU KEEP FORGETTING MUSIC IS THE SAVE, WAKE YOUR CELLS, BRAIN SAYING YES THIS GOOD HERE YES I CAN MAKE ACTUAL BLUE FROM MY MIDDLE AND GIVE THE MAN SIDEWALK SLEEPING A CHOCOLATE FROM TEMPLE, THERE’S SO MUCH OF EVERYTHING, FOLD IT UNDER YOUR PILLOW, BLOOM DREAMS BETWEEN SECONDS, BETWEEN AIR, TOUCH YOUR HEELS, YOU LOVE TO DANCE, DON’T FORGET YOU LOVE TO DANCE.