words
i want my words to melt
away from the hustle
away from the back beat anger and thrum
away from subconscious hooks
that suck and syncopate
to stop banging through language like Bukowski
driving, pining into hip hop frenzies
to stop
words should be moonlit
tethered in the ether
with fragile faerie strings
flocking in the haze and blur
of shamanic spirit worlds
cool and pastel
petulant and pliant
pleasing to soothe the black eye of the abyss
a mistress’ cradling of the jagged nerves
a salve to muzzle the hum
a soft and silent night
a sleep, amnesia of
the now