Carapace

every morning I drink the wild air, 

a wisp of salty cure…take care!

tears for everything, everywhere, 

all at once, wisp in the unrestrained 

marine layer, indispensable.

absorbed, we both go live in the sun.

redwood bleed-through, soul contact, 

into the multiverse fresh of face 

wrapped in the day, helmeted run.

lapsed moments flow,

blossom in flowers of womanhood,

to flourish under the weight of it all.

shore up, reign in the toxic tilt

of masculinity. cut what grows terse.

toil in her soil, bask in her silt,

follow the river to the source,

and trace the shape of the beard.

the axis of seasons, earthly reason

23.4 and falling, spinning faster verse.

sweet obliquity, essential humanity 

trapped in dependency and fear,

our country is not your church calamity

two-faced irony falls flat, earth steers clear

sending wokeism over the pejorative edge.

a world full of brain fog teeters 

armored, shields up marked by 19 redux

caught in past, speeds betwixt rude

orbit and spin that quickens on the dry wind.

to create in their image a Jesus of turpitude,

men deny themselves the journey 

where imagination charts the course.

Earth cannot move without music

and the lobster rivals the intelligence of the octopus.

supercharged AI time-out little birdy in a hurry.

lost in translation like biblical laughter, 

a certain rhythm, a certain sound, Fibonacci.

humor stops just before the meat is pulled.

hearing no evil through the valley of death,

strangers, you can’t enter here!

leave your hearts under the carapace.