no more bulletproof schemes

if it may seem
like an undercover dream
just lay back and watch
another bulletproof scheme


every touch too mature
fingers flex to formed steel
dilated hands suck in universes
polluting dreams with destiny

I'll call you when it is much too late
from a phone booth with bad reception

the words will be lost in a temporal wake
but the rhythm with awaken some conception

you'll do anything I ask
when I refuse to speak up
best to keep my mouth shut
and mind tight around the wheel

because this night is wasting
like a lantern long-past lit
and another word split the seal
releasing all winches of imagination

I can contain my visions
within this antiquated bottle
swirling like forgotten dreams
lost within ancient sorrows

yes, I must

continue to

refuse

worlds like mine
shall continue to grow

glowing

in aftershadows
unlit in barren spaces

my capabilities frighten me

I will strip

bare and leave
destructive ambitions

behind and quiet
these thoughts from time

reach back these arms
and release eternity
back to the cosmos
for some other fool

greedy enough to grasp

for stars he was never
made of


just lay back and watch
another bulletproof scheme
unfold into luminous ashes
like an ill-begotten dream

grasping