carry me away

carry me on your wings trembling with notes of joy
carry me on the soles of your feet as you trample us
carry night with a spoon until the lake of luscious is lapping
carry a murmur over the bristled grinding traffic of everymen
carry songs and their updrafts will ignite the arms and palace
carry moves in your stocking so they are easily reached
carry my head in a nest of rested explosions
carry momentum until gravity rips my skeleton from my earth
carry yourself with regal purpose and meet the stars
carry a palm with a question boiled into the fingerprints of essence
carry delusions loosely and allow them to migrate like comets
carry bits of wood and form worlds from plucked motes
carry every sentence as if the diapers will fall off
carry instruments with a grip and never a gripe under the moonless orchestra
carry passive rainbows to plaster over the damned city of heart
carry a jillion poems in your movements and i will
carry a few of them to the oracle and she may
carry the fallen toward passions reborn of rootstock and silver,

carry and be carried for i collapse to build and carry
the debris of creation from mission to fission

one, another

warm chills dash up the spine only to flow backwards
toward dancing in no space

between bodies indistinguishable from the best cooking nature has served
upon steaming platterless floors

dizzy with a swooning regard for the indeterminate future
which oddly seems to have a purring tail

that drives me past crazy toward monastic revelry
knee deep in the whimsy of evening

getting to hide one another is how we know we are intimate
out in the savannah with cheetahs lurking sniff sniff

by the eternal waterhole at which anxious drinkers
become mired in mud to sip obstinance from a straw that

elongates my vertebrae into the dream of skyscrapers
and whistling clouds that amble past

leave their tattoos on my neck like the footsteps of hickies
and subtle emanations pulse for no message

but the relative peace of driven eye kisses
when no touch allows only the severe thrust of my gaze into

pools of blush
quivered from the adrenaline like rapidity of getting to know one

another

blood ticking a living

one makes a living by selling death in a bought market
fraught or not with fraud and applause resounding
until the livid have maids pulling up the coroner's sheets

to the dismay of the rabble
comprising the effete gargantuan populace
clapping their lips like indentured servants

who can't spell their whey out of the cheesebags under eyes
meant to shine, to varnish sublime, to weedwhack spines
stooped for pigeon feeding and large change

rendering the life in brushstrokes that keep the canvas dry
and easily chewed by truly hungry alarmists
wound up and ticking the blood for all it is worth