Sons Of The Sea - Come Together

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Dendrite (Except 2 from my Self-Published Chapbook)

The human eyeballs are slung within the orbital cavities of the skull and those well-slung eyeballs see. See that there are twenty-two transparent jelly-fish inside your vitreous body. Crystalline. Like the crystal you hang around your neck for strength every time we collide. The ones in my window that cast prisms on my pillow. Lay your little head down to rest, hush little baby, don’t say a word, Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird, And if that mockingbird don’t sing, Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring. And a looking glass. And a billy goat. And a cart and bull. And a dog named Rover.  And a bunch of other pointless shit  that you can’t use because you’re a baby and Mama thinks she can buy your love. 

Nearly all newborn babies have the blue blue ocean eye - as the pigment of the iris delivery is backed up because the brown-paper package got lost in the mail and the iris stork had a broken left wing, sling. Later, in due time, after birth, pigmentation will turn brown, hazel, green. And all the baby blue eyes will sink to the bottom of the ocean. Fish food.

Sensory nerves provide the link between tooth and nail. The nail in the fourth step of the stair’s floorboard, that eavesdrops on your whispers and whispers mocking whispers: “glucose coat my blood vessels, chlorophyl my lashes” But you always run up stairs. Childhood fear chasing you up, up. If you don’t go fast enough it will catch you, grip you. Instead, run up and down my central nervous system twenty times, and don’t you stop until you reach my cerebral cortex! Place your lightning-bugged mason jar here. X marks the spot where we repel, where the oil paint meets the turpentine. Go ahead, thin me. Prune.   Prune those neuron cells; enhanced efficiency. That magic forest of incredible beauty; luxuriant growth.  Plasticity  or deforestation?

One cortical neuron will respond to that stimulation. I’ll even spill my guts, show you the precise topography of the receptor surface, all the exact somatic sense pathways that resemble a map of my body’s cortex. Be careful, make haste, there’s a considerable area of cutaneous surface. Traverse to treasure chest.

Dendrite (Excerpt from my self-published chapbook)

Creation from destruction and other space dust that you like to blow in my ears         e v e r  y   s o   o f t e n . 

Sometimes things are just supposed to be jagged and disconnected like a broken windshield galaxy sparklin with brain fluid smeared, car accident style. Did anyone ever ask to become roadkill? And the roadkill said, I miss being a passenger. It fucking hurts to become. 

Have you every cried over spilled milk and then stepped on the shard of glass that mother forgot to sweep up with bare feet eventhough she said, “put your slippers on!”? And the blood drips from your this little piggy goes to market but your baby toe is fine but it still went crying all the way home. 

And Mothergoose was a sexist because some little boys are made from sugar and spice and everything nice. And if you’ve ever met a boy who is made of puppy dog tails, you should probably contact animal services, even if he has stars in his eyes. So you listen to Mary Poppins, instead. But you’re still waiting for your chimney sweep.

Connect the dots.

Pinpoint

Do you know that feeling 

where you’re t-t-teetering on the edge of teetotalism 

and your whole world is squeezing you through

a pinhole,

but it doesn’t look like a beam of light.

And your headlights reflect off the deflated eyes

of a roadkill cat

and the cat has the cow's spots

and the cow has the cat’s 9 lives,

but you repeated the number seven in his foam core bed.

And that deadcowcat’s eyes remind you of the time

you forgot your glasses and you 55 mph’ed almost into

a deer with its head twisted snapped back.

And the moonlight that is being cast upon your pillow

of your childhood bed

is really just the floodlights from the car dealership behind your house.

but the funny thing is a deer inched across

the road, after you extricated yourself from his lashes and tips,

 as you switched your beams on and ignited the engine.

And you never really saw the cat’s eyes

just his spots.

System

A tapping foot patterning morse code 

onto 

sending an SOS to the dust fairies streamin  . . .  - - -  . . . 

sensory information.

Grey haired obesity muttering incoherent syllables osculating 

the green-topped tables like a planet 

and the sun.

Listening is just the beginning bus distracting

my purple-haired companion of  the spherical star.

Rent 

Learn
Return

is it really that simple?

only for plasma interwoven with magnetic fields. 

The grey haired obesity planet has returned

in the same hydrogen and helium pattern as before

The bright that is cast onto

seems to dictate her path

carved into the amber floorboards with her scuffling scuffed Nike’s 

that make up 99.98% of the total mass in her solar system.

Under the boardwalk out of the sun 

Under the board walk we’ll be having some fun

Under the board-walk, board-walk 

& she has looped back 

this time, making seagull noises after tossed saltines that the man in the corner with boxy glasses is carefully placing between his teeth out of range of the atmospheric scattering of blue light.

She’s settled on the east.

White tee at counter is eating

a Milky Way melting the sun

is brighter than 85% of the stars of that Milky Way 

on his tongue

I don’t think he knows that he is swallowing stardust. 

But the foreign particles 

have spasmodically expelled.

trigeminalnervenetwork 

has some nerve 

No one dares to say God
bless you

That damned sunlight shines into that manifestation of recessive genes 

of a low concentration of melanin in the stroma

in the iris 

in front

of the dark epithelium 

But, I only see the Baltic Sea

The sunset is confused by the skyscrapers 

and the dusk shadows are falling upon 

deadlines

back cracking

frantic highlighting

latte sipping 

headphone wearing 

Trailing the edge of the disk - almost disappearing below the horizon. 

The windows lead a world outside with noise smothered

Policemen with batons twirling 

forced compliance rhythmic gymnastics choreographed poorly 

opposing team scatters, runs a sweep

The morse code has resided in fingertips instead of

toes

and the compass point of the east was really west all along

nord, est sud, ouest

Grey haired has slipped out the door to the store clerk’s relief breath

Nobel and Barnes doesn’t have as good a ring to it 

Crackling

The branch family

Grandma, only when I’m driving

A secret that is so secret

it doesn’t even know that

it’s not really a secret at all

I couldn’t find anything brighter

pebbles and brimstone 

Paper umbrellas folding

and unfolding 

Raging 

Go away

I have nowhere to climb

and I never learned to crawl

Wiring blue

towards the esplanade 

My fellow Americans...

You’ve come to visit 

flinging pollen from 

your pods 

Crippling atoms 

there was no sin 

Spin spine