cuts on my feet, sharks in the sand
cilantro in my teeth, heart fulla plans
live at the beach, jar in the bag
sun in the lens, sky made of glass

sitting lotus with the honus
and a pirouetting purpose
pacific porpoise pique the surface
and I wonder what this Earth is
all these bipedal creatures
have gone viral and who let em
softly smile in denial
and turn away from the tremendum

truthfully,
I tried to ascribe a youthful dream
and summon up the whimsy
of all these wild moving things
with the ocean hanging open
like a lonely empty planet
I'm drawn to indecisions,
insecurities and damnits

are all these waves and battleships
greetings or departures?
I've seen Saturn's saddled bits
in the Newtonian archer
and as Adam in the garden
eating apples with his best friend
I pluck forbidden fungus
and discuss who must've left them

please -
do not invite dis ease to my ohana
I'm orchestrating farms
of well-intended rebel armor
I'm dissolving every boundary
as these instruments are thought of
I'm growing distant voices
with delicate implements and water

terra forming, terror farming
and the trembling terra firma
the ground beneath the bending flora
fawna rushing over
as the wind and waning water
lava flow up like the aura
pouring distant diaspora
down the raining grey tomorrow
draining all this sorrow
through the pain and guttered cargo
scattered ego winged embargo with the past
prevents the passengers
from passing through the pasture
where we rupture the disaster
and balance the hereafter
with the felt and present now.

and all of this brutal love as magic
breaks my heart open
to release the white rabbit
of my leaping potential.

I'm sailing windward,
stopped between this mountain and an ocean
the whales beneath and chicken's feet
remind my heart's devotion
with palms rising as the distant moon and peak
I stand as one with others under stars and grassy feet
to reconnect the introspective tongue and native hum
and redirect the conversation from the slums up to the sun

birds are barn'd and wings are clipped
before they learn to fly
save this and ponder what's been clipped
and ripped from you and I
I swear I saw a purpose covered in volcanic ash
I swear to all your gods the veneer is fading fast
I swear to every breath and all your lonely wonder why's
I swear to soar where every lore bore holes inside the sky

I’m spinning through the twisting everlasting
moving with the shifting of masked things
noosed by the ocean's moon-dancing
soothed by the same truth that damns me

these insecurities got nowhere to run to
I got time on my hands like clocks crumpled
I threw the struggle into the duffel
and thumbed uphill
then fell in love
with the heartbreak of the trouble

and it trembles and I tremble at the longing
and I revel yet I'm still empty in the morning
and it swells like it smells
right before the rain fell
and I swear I heard heaven in the pouring

now all these angels like ghosts show up mourning
little orphans in warpaint and warnings
hurling dolphins at coffins
in a return to the orbit
that sent quarks and quartz out exploring

you think the ocean gets lonely for morning?
you think the crashing has something to say?
all vulnerable and distant and open,
a mouth agape with a poem made to stray.