phosphorescence

we formulate thought sometimes
from deep heart rhetoric
making us sick then sicker
and thicker then quicker
waiting for the art to start

heart forms thought swarms
my arms reach out to grasp
meadows and falling shadows of loveliness
my tamed love tenacious
waiting for the art to start

you see we ask not what our television
can do for us
but what we can do for our television
and superficial swallows
nest comfortably
fake birds perch on AstroTurf

choking politely
uttering muttering
empty fluttering
sound
against foam core background

yet hope abounds
and love prospers
like phosphorescent tides
swelling seasonably reasonably
never choosing sides
remaining hidden
from those who refuse to see
what has always been there
for beneath sullen mounds
Hope Abounds

below the dry pretentious heaving masses
shipped off to their bullshit classes
wearing corrective lens glasses
sitting impatiently on their asses
beneath all of that
is the great below
the undertow
what some of us know
to be rich fertile soil
beneath all the turmoil
and the green shoots
spring out of nowhere
into blossom!