This evening just came to be

even if it's just in my memory

of the future

We're laughing hysterically

reading Jerome Jerome

after putting the kids to bed

So find me

Pieces of heart inside the case 

white paper, a few strings

and all my hipswings of the night

Antique mosaic that never fades

I don't feel like wringing out

my night dreams today

These flakes and my body

are in sync

Come have tea

Synthetic aniline green

brilliantly healed 

11 time zones

Marked prisoners

knees, cuts, bellybuttons

the Pussy Riot & most kids

and settled in my cells

Insert nostalgic smile

She starts to tell me about

dripping nectars of pacha mama

and I find myself drifting away

into worlds where people just love

respect and gather

where men don't put their hands together

over dead flesh to remember puffs of ancestors

or praise the sacred masculine

that requires blood to protect the sacred feminine

rising from the ashes of unfairness

In that world we dance and don't think

about happiness and prosperity

and crystals on third eyes that empower

our beings of light and inner wisdom

Yummy goodness of the temple

of goddesses, - she continues

I'm long gone. I need to gather water

from the creek that runs from the mountain

dripping water that saw the moon

into glass, for tea