Melon hearts
Carry dulcet tunes
Sop your face with the juice
Let it run peach and gossamer
Dripping in time to the
Vibrations up your body
From every tribal footstep
And delirious leap into nitrogen arms

Yank it down
Thundering cracked caravans
Running away
Circles and cleft palates
Splitting the fibers of the atoms
Electrons screaming for their mothers
Gnashing at the earth
They claw for her

Taste the phoenix as you rise
Soiled with the ashes of Lake Street

I know you can
Find fear’s filaments
Clogging your every pore
Life’s blood tiger blood
Trying to run
Twist yourself
Into the pretzel of the new generation


~ by Jade Elizabeth on July 11, 2012.

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