Pick Me Up
the words love you, friend
friend you ornament the day
you walk across
Don’t be discouraged
you are wearing the monster’s soft slippers
the leaves are loving you
as they lick the ground thinking
of you
skin, skin
of you
ground, ground
they slide around upon
your limbs are
decals across the day
don’t worry
about the future of water
the tongue
as a roughened piece of meat
my thing thing, friend friend
just as “the winds inside the earth can gather in some hollow palace
and thrust themselves forward” to make
the entire planet lean over from the force
so
a storm of human you comes &
goes “to
weave a texture [from]
dark to blue”
