eight 8's

Eight 8’s

1
the moon drops in
           overarching parades while
  late night sorcerers
                     in a pyramid
                                      reach for the
                          end of
               the sky

                                                                                    2
w  i   d   e    eyed
              dreamers
hold wands
                    above their heads,
    swatting stars       and
                                piecing them back
     together
            in their sleep
                                                                   3
                                                  cosmic blankets are sketched
                                 together and
                                                         the telescope throws
                                                                                             a hole
                            through the clouds,
                                sending unsettled
                                                       wishes back to
                  earth
                                       4
   careless co me t s
s     t        r      e     t      c       h          |boarders|
                                                                   and (c)collide(e).
       sc a t te r r e d debris
                        softens as it falls
   and
                                    makes me wonder
                                                                  how the day started
                                                                                                                 5
                                                                                   armored fairy tales
                                                                    cross the pages
                                                           on a shiny
                                                                                     table,
                                                                                        near a ray
                                                                                            of overdrawn
                                                                                                                      light
                                                                                    and it blocks the moon
                                                               6
                     streaked canvas ,
          smudged colours
                           steeped in oil,
                                      hardened by the
    night air
                  passing through
                                           the window
                                                                        and it gives me chills
                      7
                           green thumb pressed
                on your blue
                                   palm, white
                                             dusk,
                                                       cherry suede
                                                       afterthoughts
                                                                            bring me back to
                                                           your hideout
                                       8
                    steps lead
                                     down or up:
                                                            downsides to wins and
                                                                                                  upsides to a loss,
                                 [collective bargaining}
                                                                        across strides , leaping
                     over lily-pads and
                                                        stones of sediment