FALLING ASLEEP

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.

 

Lanikai

May 24th, 2012