Mine
hyenas bark
I consider them
a note
fuck their clock
I’m doing a repair
my way
when this started
I had thought
we were
skilled musicians
in an orchestra
a bully conductor
a little hiccup
we did have
the same goal
nothing on this page
is evil
however
the saxophone
and guitar
were incorrect flesh
unpredictable atoms
unpredictable people
we hold our souls
session interrupted
a booming
hurried shift
shoved
my body detached
pretty ocean
jammed into
a glass container
clunky
bumping invisible walls
lifting myself
the correct meat
is us being painters
taking a living class
difficult teacher
we’re tested
proven
our thoughts
eventually
turn fact
ultra peach on
each canvas
my brush
spreading pumpkin
blush
and
marigold
manifest a flash
mold a gem
I slip
skid
I land
face to face
with a Bengal tiger
he roars
and I know
we’re twins
never end
click the pause button
cogitate
sound and sculpting
charcoal and butterflies