(..’only dream I ever have is the surface of the sun…every time I shut my eyes is always the same’ - Sunshine)
hey, creatures of earth
I'm off to the sun
I’m packing up light,
no tooth brush, no gun
farewell weeks and years of earthly chores
I'm letting go now
my gravity's yours
the rocket is ready
I'm happy to say
a heart and two wings
and a ticket one way
on the silence ward
we tip-toe in
words
dressed like wounds
and fiddle with
spots
where the chin
hits the chest
repeatedly
incessantly
stretching them
wide into
smiles
over milk teeth
until tongues
lay dry
as prunes
I woke up chewing the pillow
lips and teeth running like some lame dogs through
archives of freedom
I stripped from myself the mantle of befuddled leaves
and clothed me in studs of mountains
my half conscience was in love with nefarious worlds
thirsty of miocen odysseys
and now
like an emperor whitout clothing
looking thru the stiff neck of an empty
chivas regal bottle
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