We Are Fire!

Fresh off existence, a friendly resistance. Rhyming is like sighing it’s all funny business! Taxes relapses reshapes and prolapses. A spinning sort of yearning unbecoming and surly. In the wee hours of night big, brash, and burly with no ending in sight. Used to flip these switches! Used to drill those fillings! Used to fill up and use up and bring in the killings! In the stark lips of persistence kissing me dreamily this missed opportunity or maybe it’s still waiting for me. For this strict contemplation, a musical sort of apparition coming down from the mountain cumming and sounding so sweet! An insatiable appetite Of the body, c*nt, and brain Of the swimming, shining, sinking, climbing failing, hoping, reaching, groping. Trying oh so trying to hang on real tight, but the flower in the bud wants to burst open on sight! Both the Dragon and the Phoenix are bound to take flight!

Snowy White Egret

Bennu comes at exactly the right moment. A piece of time encapsulated by the plumage of snowy white feathers and a long, elegant neck, long gangly feet tapered, resting on the top of a streetlight on red. Barring this existence from further chaos. This complicated year shot off with a BANG! And landed in my heart, with bright red eyes, like the streetlight, just a pause until the excitement captures me in its loving embrace. This GIANT twisting inside of me, hopeful, fearful, bittersweet, strange, lovely, expansive. The unfurling of Japanese Cherry Blossoms, slowly, each bud tightly wound tight until the petals are ready to BURST! into a glorious pink flower! So much movement, intense rapture of humanity, community, friendship, camaraderie, openness, seeing all the flaws in everyone, and still loving every little bit. Bennu knows that I was once a robot from another life, another land, created in another galaxy, solar system, planet; brought here, to earth for one purpose and one purpose only; to understand what it means to be human and live in a human body. Every sense of mine has always been heightened, and it’s overwhelming at times, and elation, bliss, orgasmic, and stimulating sometimes. The beauty of Bennu, the Egret or maybe a Crane or a Heron or some other lithe water fowl a striking semblance of peace in this hectic world where all is undone ready to be made. The trick to being an adult is to be an adult. To grow the fuck up is to fiercely love each and every part that has gotten me here, but also allow each and every version of myself that is yet to become, exist, while simultaneously being in the moment. Prescence is infinite, and so is the afternoon light bouncing off those soft white feathers. To love another person as much as I love myself, well, I’m still working on that…