When the Bough Breaks

[you_are_alcohol]

I said give me white
blinding impatient light.

Or violet white,
burned deeply into these cells,
multiplying faster than
cabriolet tops on a rainy day.

I have a body and I will use it,
spoken word captain sang
"it is your best instrument."

My solid solar powered tool
runs smoothly on the piercing
peach light entangled in the clouds.

I want to get there faster.

I will cheat another body,
push him into the flight terminal illness
to replace me,
claiming his calm cells as my own.

I am flying through the lime light
of the greenhouse effect, sweating
dirt breathing sawdust exhaust.

The left engine was out before takeoff.

I will outrun Fortune’s wheel,
abdominal goddess who won’t be reminded of
those who were left behind.
those who were left underground.