ATM

Particle blossoms collapse on the border
lining the threshold between you and me
all of us embodied in a moment conducted
into the river of our dream's currency

all of which is to say in much more
words than are needed to convey
the singular feeling of being here before
we've matured forever be that as it may

seeking the same experiences and feelings
exchanging sensations with so many friends
living through all those wheelings and dealings
a transformative cycle that never ends

extraordinary and passionate recollections
begin in our memory which slowly descends
down into the subconscious where power lies
and the magnetic recharging never quite ends

Pinion Song

Rocking back synapses fire
Carpel clutching occipital
Instinctive reflex insulation
Wired behind the eyes

Cushioned for maximum
Reflective action forward
And backward & between
Launched into sky flights

Along a pinion wing
Abreast of the front runner
Ahead of the courtesan king
Abroad in the aim of the hunter

In penetrating thighs of good
measure by inch at a time
an effortless pleasure to slip
in and out of with such ease

On the Sun-dogged breeze
struck into bright iridescence
Refracting pink and orange light
through the platinum cloud vapor

Traces long evaporated in the glare
of the blinding pupil sinking slowly
Into the depths of the deep blue sea
the eyelid closing shut for you and me

Tossed and lost in fallen flight musing
Riding many a gust of wind choosing to
Pirouette on a spot of good fortune
Hiding a penny from the skinned