GARFIELD
8.30.20
we’ve discussed water and air
let us go ahead and define fire
fire is the happy ceremonial reunion between oxygen and… well, matter. particle piñatas, atomic red rover, instances of chemical “wooptee doo’s!”
so, if we assume all of this is true – and it is, for 2020 is the year of the proverbial cosmic pumpkin – then we can also safely assume that the burning down of police stations holds hands with the swaggering homecoming of a million jovial little molecules.
there’s been match-works in my retina ever since
I picked up English (along with many of my other bad habits)
the type that ignite interest. That micro-perk on your neck. A kind of listen that makes ears all the more self aware of their belly-buttons. Holes are like that; gluttonous and insatiable despite curiosity being such and inspiring drill sergeant.
however you interpret this twinkle in my eye
depth, wisdom, madness
in reality it is simply the unnameable tickle of the spine,
a rise in spirit, a kind of wild-card joy being the direct result of
the secrete heart having a very,
very private experience.
and what a pleasurable pocket mischief
to tear minor rivets in the wallpaper of society
catching knowing glances with yourself
painting in double meanings with the brush of word-stuff
the happy little homecoming
of days and dreams
"For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction." -Kahlil Gibran