n. a quiet song from an endless river
soothe.
nerve geyser,
burst veins,
streams of conscience,
friendly water blobs,
periwinkle rage droplets
fall on shame-clogged lake vents,
loathed earth drenched in petrichor-sweat.
I have crossed so many fingers but none rivers—they are no longer fluid forms of nurturing—to quench sappy little critters and wash homespun voodoo dolls—only imaginary impediments that pierce my skin and fill my cavities with bubbling steaming fortune—to drown my crimpled lungs—and so I yearn for a welcoming river that comforts not with lukewarm consolation—but with nourishing hardship and taut crimson threads and lively companionship—a brimming baby blue bottled whimsy—and so I long for joyful rivers that overflow with immutable vitality—azure fluorescent cuttlefish communities that thrive in vast networks of confluences shimmering in lonely vantablack—the wonderwaterland that I have always dreamed of—to soak my parched eyes and at long last provide me solace—the antidote to my id-malice—the reflection to my Narcissus—the extreme to my extreme.
schools of spirit cod in inlets.
ultramarine cold rills,
unlid powder blue jars with
concentrated luck,
meteor shower,
missed links,
forehead kiss,
snooze.