Baby, this is my parade of angels and I bring them out to tease and pull the mask off your fuzzy face. Their laughter is a ribbon of electricity I run through your spine; their smiles are intoxicating and seductive and mine. I do not come for love alone, undone in the face of an abyss in space. Imagine me at my worst and I’ll be nothing less than my best, or watch the peregrines wander falter stumble and find their feet again, webbed like we are webbed neurons pupils fingertips the hottest spots beneath the skin rising to meet lips gasping-

On the road I am the last particles of a dream escaping my own memory leaning forward in time,tensed and trembling and barely breathing. Thunder evaporates in the space around my brain while the narrowed eyes of older generations taunt my reckless nature. Love Love! Anything for love, everything for love, why breathing if not for love?! Why desire anything less than to be full enough to possess oneself completely, stare determinedly into a void that always beat me back, and say fuck that? Gather together now the illimitable strength of all that is human and flawed and grieving and call it even, call it more than even call it victory;call it a win for humanity that such beauty could be created that you can do nothing, nothing in the face of it other than fall down sobbing, on your knees, screaming wrenching the guts loose pulling down all the blinds ripping down the walls with bleeding fingernails oh! windows down road rising up to meet you and nothing nothing nothing in front of you but all you choose to feel what to say (how to how to be) but yes! yes this is
what would set
words
free.