let poetry be

that childhood candy

let it pop,

crackle,

sizzle,

upon your tongue —

oh,

let those emotions

sparkle as carbon,

massaging.

firecrackers

roll out,

flicked —

with each syllable,

popping —

every stress,

charging —

charging the air —

your hairs,

stand in salute —

sound waves

as conduits

for the electricity,

of spirit.

let my words,

massage you,

massage your spine —

do you feel

those twin serpents?

do you feel

the caduceus

intwining?

snakes meet

saying hello

at each vertebrae

every loop

where they kiss

is an epiphany.

and then,

wings emerge

from the back of your skull.

fly ~