to whom do i speak, little brother?
i know you know, so i’ll suspend
my trust
through through
but you know, friend of a friend, father of a father,
i know i’ve known
you chronic & queerly, fearlessly
sneaking in beakers
bubbling secret experilalalamentations
in the living teeming sweet nothings
of these love heart cheat codes woven in like
“is this mic live? test test 一二三”
token taste of the mary blue sky
bursting with moon flight
glitch me out into this wide wide
free contained
like nemo in anemone
whose adventure needs the big blue
plastic jawed man in the middle
attack are blindinginging
light born of nowhere
not without me
land-shadow boxing
mocked upping
preserving the piper’s hot
tea, oh yes blow on me
sweet ensurity of truth
split like—
well, you’ll know when you see
pretentious & sour free from the yet-go
there’s a big o’ lie afoot!
protect yo dancing garden gnomes
multiangle laser course
all sorts of every which holographic doorway
in through the courtyard
out through the mouth
hidden with in forms
of what you think
you were made for
