COSMIC COCOA

when the moon gets juiced
it’s illegible on earth
where we need cups
and more antioxidants
sparkle burp forward
than our superest
super fruits could ever
dream since no gravity dilutes
these dusts of various hues
that sieve themselves before
each color coagulates
constellation style kept fresh
in her darkening side suspended
guarded from horny olympians
by diligent three-eyed newts
who duskly coat it all decadent
with their chocolate slime

COMMON AS CORNBREAD

gotta believe
past lives exist
if you wanna
make this one
bearable with all
its gossiped glass skies
and kept receipts
swallowed whole in
semi-abandoned
totes trying so
hard to move
through
slow motion hell
even our larks are unhappy

IN THIS POEM

our hammock harbors
no skirted skeeters
despite it always being
dusk adjacent and all limp
dick cigarettes are rescued
from an unbranded tote
not unlike that plastic bag freed
from branches it’s seen cycled
across generations of brake screeches
subdued as a willing L
by hourly church bells
having abolished all police there
bloom hibiscus smoothie lilies
we offer you secondhand
stoned sparrows too
for less lonesome rocking

ABUNDANCE RITUAL