Spring is so staggeringly arrogant
Birds whirr like bullets, laugh like sledgehammers
Blooms detach from branches, join the sun
Mountains swirl in marble solid skies
While under beds of caked and broken mud
The globe fills up with phlegm
The refrigerator of a perfect day
Lands in me without a reflex or defense
To hang like a dead, overwhelming seed
For I'm connected without any thought or feeling
Something soft and thick has come between
As my body pulls away the upward cords
To fall anemic onto blankets
Deep cushions, chrysalis sheets
Anxious, hacking sleep
My soul has left my eyes behind
And thoughts too heavy to complete
Have turned back into gelatin,
As tissues turned to crystals, teabags into stones,
Daytime television hissing like a clean jet
A million skies away
My life is stilled like flames of rosemary
More real for being alien
