COINING A PHRASE IN THE CHEAP SEATS

I’m coining a phrase in the cheap seats.
On a balcony behind the projector.
My wine flask has red names for Polaroids
And fishnet eyelids like a wizard 
with a joke face
at a serious
party.

i snoop for books in Unpolished eyes-
and find them leather-bound 
to a howling calliope 
of hushed gods 
in real time,,, 
haranguing 
the flesh
in bouts 
of unbridled 
Clarity.

I encroach upon a node of conspicuous samadhi 
with all the fearsome brittle of my inner destroy

Something Creates 
where my Null sets a coarse by a star
coughing up a lung
in a Cherub’s 
Song.

I keep my Puppets 
in a Sock
because that’s 
Funny.

and that's how
you Pretzel 
a Butterfly

for no money,