psst

the birth of a tiger
there better be surprises in my mind
and always one in hand
the tiger cries out
am I in good taste?
disater invades true life
and prayers answered tenfold.
who doth invade this place?
the drug of mind
the tiger asks if I am
is a tricycle wheel
it’s death no tragedy.

psst.

the tiger makes a suggestion
to eliminate space
and bathe in new pleasure.
cowards test water
so I must move like a thief.
time negates order
taking billions of tiny pieces
in to the mouth of the tiger
billions of island countries
in to the eyes of the tiger
I am discovering a map
in writing a letter back
over the outline of a dress
drying the back of progress
like a child following
the tiger senses mischief
I placate it with secrets
the sun is always burning ( I say)
which puts my mind at risk
for making soup of my wishes
in standing still
the size of the world just tripled
I will pull that stunt again
I might will a sense of heaven
I’ve put in my request for immortality
and won’t be swallowed easily