uranian blue

by Michael Borth

Can you believe you slept all those nights

in accordance with the alcohol miasma

or just the pain of having to awaken once

and again, to pretend to order the cares

against the smoke of the numb of column

who stand mute in the toll of the elevator

and proclaim huge vacuity for zero benefit.

To just fall into another dimensionless milk

and to womb a craft that will urge a fire

that promises that final true escape velocity

from the endless bargaining of subject

objectified by them and she had spent time

in Uttar Pradesh and she wanted to haggle

but put me in the corridors of the hell realm

as if the spirits could no longer pretend a city.

And it was happening more and more and

it was building to a gentle yet firm warning

by the white petaled rain of a nascent dream.

A change is coming now. A change is here.

Uranian blue in the ice of the outer solar ring.

Photo of Michael Borth

BIO: Michael Borth is the author of The World Dreamer and As I Roam The Life Cycle. Website here: The Coastlands.