Between the Sandcastles and a Mosquito bite

the castles keep reoccurring to me
at a tides pace

either walking upon mounds
or playing with scoops of
sand, and actualizing the shattered palaces
of our imaginations

did we bully ourselves too far
into ruining the paradise
before we lay the foundations,
before we got our hands dirty

was it the lure of the supra physical
the, uh, untangling of our sexlimbs
and internalizing of our games
that abolished the monarchs palace of sand

was it this false revolution after all

why would it have to take
a great leap out of my mind
to get back to the first order;
when the world seemed a more possible place

perhaps in the face of all that we inherit
and will pass on to the unborn well-to-do;

nuclear legs-and-arms abounding melting
into the light on the walls
of our terrified and occupied imaginations,

a legacy of self denial
a legendary narcissist

pre-emptive logic
and not a whole lotta edibles

a series of refrains in our minds;
check your diet, call my lawyer,
you are nothing without what
you didnt know about
till we told you
and you really need this.



when my grankids ask with horror
how it all happened and i
open my jaw to reveal
a gaping silence
maybe the moment will notice them.

what could we put in their mouths
to feed their cold of our coldness;
and nourish their future possibilities

could we starve our fever
and listen to their prescriptions
or do we do all the hiring
and firing around here

but not me?
am i not my own proverbial we?

i lied about the passing of my rebellious cerebral
its writing while you're sleeping.

this is where the mosquito comes into play
in my reverie for the sandcastle
or rebuking of our generation civilization
i did not forget her

she insisted gently
that i instead get up and dance;

to stop sitting around waiting
for something i can make

to move to a natural rhythm
before any more bloodshed.