tourbillion

cut the flame, splash the wax,

teens are eating swan 

from the parks of New York.

sweet succulent sauce

sibilance from a submerged deck.

viewing Hopper’s double standard,

snakes,

that‘s how it looks from LA.

loquacious with so many questions,

progress or decay?

paradise stands in tranquility

smelling of decaying leather.

a sense of vellichor–

opens pages on the obscure sorrows.

the sound of both hands clapping,

glassblowers with nothing left to stoke the fire

burn the wick at both ends,

straddle the paradox of sincere irony,

a traveling tourbillion in a luxury timepiece.

the court, the keep, the gravity

lean into the driving madness… 

absorb the digital overload, 

harness solarpunk visions,

beat the drums of pornographization,

wide-eyed idealism coexisting 

with innocence lost, dividuals

imagination working overtime.

evolve to the point where universalism ignites

in the radical honesty squeezed by the light and dark.

human culture follows madness.

cutting molten glass, colors

glaze turquoise painted gaze 

caught in the rising backlash of beeswax,

apple dipped and coated in honey

cord cutting, pure cacophony, 

the whisperer whispers,

“let us cultivate our institutions to pace in lockstep

with our development as human beings,

support us so we neither fall into denial of our darker realities

nor into the blindness of our higher ethical potentials.” 

follow where madness takes us.