Soggy basin bellows smoke and steam over the pine holding borders together
The Rocky Mountains look like ice cream, dessert, and no Officer I don't have any grapes
Clouds wrap around mountain peaks like white fluffy halos calling angels
I saw a rabbit devour a whale in frosted glass dome with blue background
and curved back down to earth, in the Pacific Northwest
(shake our snow globe restlessly)
Evergreen guardians of the roadside keep a close eye on me
They hold boulders back, saving falling for sacrifices and mudslides
Road signs are stark reminders of the murder here
Asphalt snakes slither through homes flattening families
and animals now hide from the lake
Construction kills nature-children-babies, and century old movie memories
Distortion echoes forests and wood chips on this trip
Shadows dance and pivot to reveal space spears hurled at hills
Riding through clock faces trailing scent of time in her chariot of fire
the bitch arsonist of prayers
Now mother's don't light candles and fathers stay at home
Children drop to knees when they learn we die alone
Assassins put cross-hairs on destiny as cat tails conduct symphonies
Instincts live viciously passed down from pets of history
We have masters to answer to!
Tired beaten boards with seaweed green coats seen rotten socks
of winter Northwest rain foggy baptism of sin
and looks stolen from family homes while blue knuckles roach needs a light in gray Wednesday afternoons by 99 south fleeing ghosts
(to beer and whiskey romantic feelings found in dives, and army boots on march and deck to books about patriotic killing)
while wheelchairs creek to rooftop organs blurting and breathing speaking to those that felt lost on a crossroad but never sold their soul though the devil told them so
so doorways of 2nd Avenue become homes behind pedestrian boots echoeing only in hollow
starless night
reverberated off of 19th Century pews and bar stools down alleyways to fountain feature veiny marble hues
street lights leak and blink artificially over gutters and manhole covers across from wall of lava
with vacant rooms for tattoos and black death children neck chain crucifixion devout to finger tip-less beard of England that reached North American youth
and in turn specific soundwave combinations gave way to birth inner demons writing new equations
"Hey you!" the night called to the closed window of showered youth
who levitated downstairs and smoked a totem pole for goodnight ritual
ignoring the cheap cry of Aurora and dread-locked ghosts in blackwall ruin
It's time for future memory image capture with some kind of mind camera
You need more life in your sleep
Eating a beard looking at Sierra Nevada in neon
Millions of people and they're all strangers
Washing travels in a 40 with quarters
I am student of my Seattle Buddha
The one who knows the seas Thank you for being good to me,
Goodbye grey haired Seattle.