fern capella

I want to
intoxicate people
run em high run em low
be the flow a course of havoc
numb brain cells cross pathways
bounce electrodes
like basketballs

sew up my skin with thread
of sinew and cuticles
make me a tent people
walk through

be wood and grease and
the match and the spark
consume my own and
fuel the others

a river cutting earth into
jigsaw puzzles
gone and become ocean
creating ebb & flow
menstrual cycles
evaporate and fade
be the smoke that chokes
the air that sends
all senses whirling

surround the moon
end and swallow her
have insanity and her sworn enemy
at my fingertips
like     a 24 hotline
like     turntables
mixing and orchastrating
disaster and all the eerie notes
that sum up their silence

pull their arms on strings
I got the wings

pop a star in each eye and
burn daylight like a hole through the
center of each one of them
freeze em out and cast shadows
at every angle with a twist of my
attention

I want to crumble mountains
with a quiver of lip
a snort and some coctails
and the spinning of their planet
reverses

push out soft wind that
changes all migrations
alter the space between
sun, hot liquid, gas, and mass
startle and flirt
with twinkling deities
sink the entire dimension

I want to have my breast milk
provoke the invention of
color and
start stop reactions

keep it all as constant
as my bone structure
in the faint body that is
the me in the this place now
shackled under the
improper restriction
that comes with the time
spent here between
dream and hot stroking

caught again

a whimper and a tremble
freeze out or fry