sky dancer

love and it's real
love and it's real
so many yellows!
the yellows are bright
so is all this light
all this light so much of it
this light this one oh only this one


you, me and her
you, me and her
did it slip right by me?
this one's Jasmine
this one is pink
this one had softer petals than this one

there is a cross on the screen
theirs and not his
theirs and never his
all of theirs and never his

there's a monster on the screen
his it's all his
he reads your emails
it looks like him but it isn't
somewhere nearby he's sleeping
you're just a little east by a sooty river

and how your face aches
your legs and arms
all of you is raw and heavy
the screen is red, black and red
it's coming at you really at them
remember it's not real
black ants seem to multiply faster than birds
if there's one there are a million of them
face was so tender so was he
it was up to you to protect him
you did the right thing
they never told you
no one will tell you but you know

the cat was orange he scratched my arms
in a tree, the snow piercing the part of your legs that were bare
in a playground covered in snow ice
nothing can live here, yet it does
you are here, you and her
the car is not warm
you move your toes
your mother and her husband are out
you and your step sister her in plaid
we will freeze, but we don't

now you and the one who looks like him
are in some kind of garage
what are you doing?


you're eighteen your hair is red
the night is black
the doors are silent
you were waiting for someone

what are these eyes
what is this face
why are they glowing
yes it was hot hot in there
why are they glowing
let me travel to him him to me
promising safety
please fix the road for me
and it's getting dark
the pills were blue
the snow was white

presents were green
others red
then his text
a light! another then another
it can be so cold
so cold at night

sometime, sometime
legs scraped raw again
somehow I got back
thinking I was free
I was deceived

but for that moment the night was blanketed in white
red, blue and green lights gently hung around the old red brick buildings
so cold, but a sign of warmth
that you're home
no longer in a desert

the day to celebrate Christ
is this coming day, now it's night
and it's very silent only your feet make noise
in the snow marking it
presents sit in the living room
in a church your family stands next to you
lights go out and candle flames move like water
and it's quiet
she calls you a bitch
that morning the tsunami hits
you don't feel it here, or do you?
so thankful for the quiet this night
no one around
my cat comes in from outside
the snow makes a white mountain
this is the god of winter
an ice pick dosed in spearmint
your fingertips are a spark of deadly freeze
where no light comes
as the mercury ball drops

I'm not OK
I'm a grotesque monster of a wreck
I've been that
that thing think it's a piece of cheap pulp
but that thing is real
it's in me?

your emails have been read
somewhere someone is dancing
somewhere, the FARCs are getting rich
somewhere there's a white paste is stirred in a barrel
but here you're in a makeshift mall
step into a bathroom
white and holy r
the bag is pink
the white is snow
it has a peachy smell
it's a pink band aid
there's a devil doll outside
in a Santaria shop
he bobs gently and grins

you were warned
you were curious you know

somewhere people are marching in green, green leaves so sharp they cut
insects big as your hand
which one was stolen
three syllables
three bells
this one, the blue forms clouds, blueberries?
a blue boy on the wall

my nose hurts
aching, aching my body
and one came in from the cold
the air sucked out of the room
like in the barrel of a shotgun
or a piercing
a ring, one for every kind of day


in your bag a bottle breaks
the same spot, someone is hit by a car
the skull dances at night
smell of shoes off in a distance
coming for you
the rebels are coming for you