There's no such thing as a detour.

Theres an electricity

highway 

tonight, like last 

sitting traffic waiting

for the bottlenecked sparks

to consolidate and continue

the midnight commute.

Construction workers 

down uppers demolishing

pathways once reserved

for carpools now just

concrete gray we used

(to be) white lines.

Action potentials signal
axonal pathways please
Heart-beats rush more
something just synchronize
arterial gases please keep
my battery charged don't
run out
secretions too sweet just
dance on my tongue let me
feel you explode from my
outside in let our electricity
cauterize our karma let me
feel me as whole even
driving in the breakdown
lane I catch the black in brown
eyes my rearview rejecting/reflecting
yours back and all of a sudden
the exit exists and
so do I.

sharks gobbled up my heart

We used to watch shark week
grizzly
In my full sized bed Air
Conditioned like the terms of
the relation uncategorizable like
the emotion in his eyes holding up
tiles with bad posture I tried to
correct it and I traded down diamonds
for cubic zirconia. When I shined
up after the rock
tumbler
he appeared new form
tighter together less ego he
saw god in my eyes so I
(logically)
let some love in my heart leave
and let sweetness land on his
cheeks my
desire to desire greater than my
desire to be desireless empty
and full of him at the same time same
lesson inside me now growing
occupying more space surpassing
time quarter century crisis out of

the way the hard way. hey let's fall in
these shark love
infested waters it
would look hot on camera.