when the friction stopped it was
horrific disorientation, followed by
separation’s trademark falling feeling.
the former hulking pacifist’s mass
fell silent & heavy like snow on a sunday afternoon.

would you kiss me please? i’ve never been
more deserving. i’m stationary luminescence
& angelic in strange ways.

the continental drift sample slid further into
history, shaking & sucking all four winds
through clandestine passages,
like underground railroads, the ones
we’ve all been through recently,
jettisoned like spacewalkers in movies.

i can't move my arm, oh, God, i’m so sorry.
no! please don’t act like a person right now.
our souls are yearning to be animals again &
these two-legged vehicles are painfully slow.

the variations of comfort took form over feeling,
the duality of moments is funny sometimes.
the phonograph kept spilling fresh wax on flesh wounds,
while the digital hours pressed on toward christmas
& new years just waiting for heroes like these.

will you hold me? or will you hold the sky up above me?
i don’t want to think for myself anymore.
we’re brother & sister in some life or other,
i need to just be, like an accident. i’m serious.

a good battery screamed bloody murder backwards
on programmed precision with a throat full of razors & wire.
the calendar exploded & fire was everywhere,
a six-eyed monster rose up through it all.

what time is it now? God please take it easy!
it wouldn’t be too much to ask if i did.
i can’t figure out these ridiculous movements,
& shapeshifting takes up most evenings lately.

the ironman punched through the door toward the starlight,
its brains were connected to a Toyota Prius.
hybridized savvy & half-Bacchanalian,
it sulked out of view & gave a half-witted roar
at the horizon’s navel, setting the cosmos ablaze with white noise.

the dog a few walls away was a barking delirium when
consummate beauty stepped through an imported shower curtain
& slipped on a troublesome spot in the sun.

she resurfaced naked, red & confused.
she called a name she didn’t recognize.
the last night wasn’t a dream, she thinks,
but it didn’t really happen either.