the pact

mutations with forethought

when all these shells crumble between my toes

the waves will surely rise above my shoulders-

like a mermaid unfolding, my fins will expand- filling the space and

bringing all the electricity of the dark ocean currents to this

little city of three.

orange will shoot out, causing ripples.

purple will dash and mingle....wrapping and curling, like a roller coaster on fire.

a blue so bright it burns will wrap around the two, like a DNA strand,

mutated...

making darwin scream, for this surely is creation with

knowledge.

these are thought and movements towards greatness.

when all stars smile and send their signals.

we nod back and raise our arms- currents fly.

portraiture

working

zip me in

step into the lydia suit-

where rainbows play hopscotch

in a warm room with the shades drawn,

while beats draw circles and triangles with a wide pelvis that sings

with a funny "fa" that went in the wrong direction.

where a leprechaun with black beard and gold fingers move in and out to

find hidden gold. venturing through tunnels that seem to go to the center of the earth...moving

in, yet expanding beyond the bounds of this sphere into dimensions that can only be

comprehended by videogames or dilated pupils.