advice to self 2

approach with care
then twang your knife
into your samurai’s
interstices

wear your fabulist crown
or carry fire ants
in the same pockets
as your dreams

go on,
hai
cube
yourself, like…

blood on the pillow
your brain leaked private bed talk
inside your tangle

bad banana you’ve
lost your mojo but you are
still sweet, idiot!

hollow haiku you’re
herald of light from space, what
else is there to burn?

dance the tango, jump
inalienable lux
over the night sands

angst imbues bad rooms
in locked houses shadows stomp
down dark passages

wands in a mist strike
twixt worlds and all their wonders
deep in old hands itch

who threw you into the
ineluctable vortex
your egregious self?

it takes a wet pack
full of complex molecules
to blow your years out

you’re tossed and lost, it’s
not worth trying to hold your
breath inside this prism