Nausea

put away your phone’s infuriation your morning’s grimace your prosthetic lightbulb i prefer bald scarecrows caught half asleep or workers cutting grass clearing weeds tidying up the edges of forgotten tracks i slide my hand across the gashed surface of a hill & an ancient crustacean scrapes my skin upsets my part in this upheaval of logic in this solar deception of a primal recall today i prefer you as you are a playful blend of weaponry & melting ice cream a sybaritic citizen sunburnt with cracked lips a floating transient dreamer you feel the dismissiveness of an angel’s bite the breath rattle of love’s nausea often i think of a place in time & how it continues often i celebrate by swinging high amongst city lights i question the longings in us you question the gauntlet of seasons why follow the convoluted garden path why follow the vanishing haze of a floral savage