“I don’t know how to explain it.”
They still light fires
to leave the ground?
Like cavemen dancing
around a Saturn V.
Merged in eternal
tantric union —
now that’s some
strawberry jam.
“Yeah… you know.”
We soak in sound.
“So I don’t want
to tease you,
but I found this picture
I took of you
in your twenties.”
“Did you find it
on this old computer?”
“It looks like
Butterfly Naked.”
Time folder opened.
You were glowing
in pixels.
They wear flame
like fashion —
still obsessed
with blastoff.
“Come re-imagine
what it means
to belong
to a kingdom,
at peace,
here in God’s land —
the Earth.”
“And He calls
the eternal —
the eternal…
The Eternal Queendom
of Plomari.”
“And things don’t have
to last forever
to have eternal impact.”
Nobody knows
who wrote it.
“When was the last time
you took a shower
in a dream
with women?”
“Well honestly…
I don’t really shower much.”
“And do you know —
take yer game face back.”
“And did you know —
from dusk till dawn,
you’ve got yer
game face on.”