Active antique glass casting shadows on quarter-sawn oak Behind every closed door, a bed and dirty boots In this house of the blue light In this home of the rose blood There are diamonds Scattered amongst the places, little sugar pills Couch cushions acting like watersheds For things to get lost, in the diamond…

Morning astronaut, headed off my front steps And I know I must make it to space, after putting on my suit Retrogrades sliding through As I again lose control, this solar system Vaporous entities, shining stew Living and losing, but not being loose Floating in circles, a bit of new gravity needed Throw…

Everything would’ve been ecru If not for the blue that towered and watered it down Aqua projector gave a stir as the water churned Particles peddling out of place Spilling, flashing leaving infinite trails I feel your body next to me Through reverberations in the shapes Something about the essence…