speak easy

     
     
eyes open to a skyline of tension      
     
     
the big sort, bordered on each side        
by angst, bliss, delusion, and all-out        
annihilation.         stillness,      
with the kinetic energy of a kind of chaos      
that makes and breaks everything at once.      
     
I know that this is my last day to live      
because the fork of her tongue leapt up        
from the inside of my lowest intestines        
to the trap door of fossilized fiber optics        
laid in the hardened amber of laughter-cracked      
skull. speak easy she says. speak easy she        
       
says, your feet will be in mud, as my showers        
quench the sun bleached dirt.      
they have not forgotten you, they still dance festive        
along the fence posts of your knees.     
     
lose those words on the next kneaded breeze  
she says, and when your face is wrestling      
between smiling and crying      
remember the language that left you of our love