School Never Taught Me This

School never taught me this: As a mite upon the side of an angel, Dawn in a place covered by my hands across my face, four pillars of goo goo muck, and a cellophane chick riding a llama with pink bow ties, chasing a hurricane of black birds, squeezing a heart-shaped sponge in her putrid waters. Morning cresting over NYC moans, tender anima fingers thinner than the cheapest french fries. I slapped for spikenards telling lies, between light and darkness is the unbearable truth: why so many parents perforate the skin of abandoned sweet children. Forever. Wish I had more (opportunity) like chances like embers to burn these bones to leave nothing: nor leafless flowers but splattered love. It's a game exchanged inside multiverses of fruitless labor for the human mind. :: 05.24.2023 ::