the universe sings my heart beginning in a plastic bag that will not change – Ryan Bry

December 19, 2024

chalk glides sweep up the touch birds make
war blooms over a whale to thank the birthday of god in your mind
a sad dead fork rotates meat into my mouth to bring this whole madhouse down
flush molecules bellow organic god, glory in every pleasant futility
weather spins in your material o lousy mechanic you can make off bright
gut singing with the phagocytic moon; reaper’s knife finding you more than tonight
fruit bold enough to ditch camp in its broken cell doing CPR on a fallen tree 
singing a trance at me with your eyes on an accordion cat, slushies whispering real verb 
you are singing into marrow while a family sits with argument emotions in a cheesecake factory
never enough you sweetest drink of collision your barrier burned away like candlekiss
the holy collapse of the heart while demonfight invites sherbert windows where angels negative talk
whispering “i found you” over and over to a forest that cannot talk on television
because 3 phone numbers ago I could have lost you