as I lie here in the sun

the last thing that I saw,

a piece of coral, or a stubble

imitation from the stucco wall


lines my eyelids insides

like the sulfur bubbles

ozzing from an acid, boiling pond

and tinted calcium by the sun,


paint pots compounded

by the cones and rods

of the eyes’ mimetic gods,

capillaries colored lava red


until the ocean’s passing clouds

damp them down to orange foams,

pink and iron scalloped shrouds,

glopped-up bangles, prismatic domes


of molten stones and spill

down my mind’s internal bowl,

where blood dissolved the sweep

of chlorophyll and fumarole


and I fall asleep.



May 24th, 2012