Unwind

The models in mind cascade, fitting atop each other like Russian dolls, open one, you get another, close one, the smaller world inside disappears.

I'll skip above what we experience remote.

At the top, is the brilliant jewel like world, airplane lights, fireflies, solar blaze on wheat fields, splashing frogs who disappear, supported by the churning fires of smashing continents grinding down rock in swirls of pink sandstone and white calcite and painting it sulferous black pocky foam into fume.

Tear off the sod, dust devils blow and choke, tear off the trees, the heat rises until we dry up except for one last squiggle of sweat, tear off the water, we have sponge soup air we drink, but beneath, a glass

bowl surrounds a terrarium with a city of soaring glass, steel, hung with ivy, ferns and air plants, splashing we buy, we sell in extravagant

glowing lights holding death as a silver, pink, blue light. Beneath all

the happy brisk strides are the tubes of encrusted stool, smelling of earth and death and chow bacteria and the swirling juices of bodies

sprinkled red, dusty chemical, and flushing blue. Its a wart made of tinsel and paper dragon.

Tear of the dome, screw up your nose at onions topped by regurgitated beans, put your ear to the door, yank, splat goes the hand, whack goes the fist, or koochi coo goes the momma before she screams at the bite, so set it aside and hear the chant of angelic young

men, fussing at their hot robes, jabbing and poking and ah-ah-ahing,

and dum-dom, dooom and the slipping soft hands of a lover humming oh.

Tear off the mayor, the police, the junkie, the teacher, and suddenly all the additions and subtractions come down to a mirror like projection that says, me, I fart burp spew phew, and slop over skin with tongue, sponge and super perfume. Animals suck at my dead skin, chew in my gut, worm through my skull, all tearing apart what miraculously formed on its own. Toxicity, the steady refinement of me into the glue of you.