spillage and fracking

ok so i went thru a period
a phase, an idea. it left me speechless
counting the meanings i could hide
like a suitcase full of grenades
somewhere on the  lower east side.
explodable but still pinned to safety-
as long as the key stays put.

a bite on the neck would bring the day
to a wonderful close.  i'm giving up
on the tussie mussies, looking for diastole
and sistole on cobblestone streets
as if history were a road we could restore
or a wall painted mint, piped in kelly.

i have my peace now
the girls gone
a houseful of men
one queen bee
buzzing the flower

love is  an atom
thirty two spins ,
 electron cloud
  heart of positivity
cushioned with neutrality
to add mass and attraction


 i need to get stoned
to understand particle physics
stjll, it surfaces in accordian notes
and the lake in your eyes
the vibration of youtube videos
tuned to the end of the world
and alien salvation
clouds with metal skin stitched
to photons with aurora wings
last dances with new haircuts
the creep and gong of hello.
the spider bite of goodbyes.