Wildfire

My pills have morphed

from white to yellow

watching men hop

on the moon

as they dream of a future

suffocating on Mars

space

time

continuum..

Galaxies cause me to bolt out of bed

whipping insatiable mundane into order

ice water and another pill

studying my tradition

synapses slow upon a cloud

to soothe and settle

behind cobweb eyes

splashing and flicking

faces with Champagne

laughing uncontrollably

shoving money into sand

watching wind carry it all away

Billie Holiday in the desert

streetlights a consistent green

solitude and remembering

floating below anxiety

silk nylons hanging

over limbs of an orchid

he is prepping to return

as I prepare to escape

like wildfire