change o'clock

lately i miss owls

the mountains grumble and grow, pushing up around pumpkin shards and lost dreams

who i want to be

who i’m becoming

i feel like a dusty yellow pear

i feel like the remains of an alaskan puffin widow

under a flipped green sky and spider care

and scorpion wisdom

and cheated eyes

my hair grows and my wonders deepen

they liven in thunder and the blue of music

and grand scenes of sacred delicate puzzles

i want to scream

FREE THE WORLD. 

and wedge myself into the cracks of hard hearts

with a rhyme and a melody

i want to speak like i did before, to owls and chocolate deer eyes

and sweep along the rim of my perception

cochlea and cries of 

can i go with you