he built a scaffold out of the ivory bones of affection used it to scale down to tap the reflection of the moon in the bottom of the sea
the coral cut and snagged his suspenders, suspended in the waters, neon pink daydreams of high colonic dismay
a diorama menagerie of carefully sculpted plankton beside the volcanic thermals
if you stare without blinking
hold your breath ever so softly like a velvet elvis over a fireplace cast from ash
his wispy form glows with irradiated majesty, just beneath the gargoyles and cattails
the moon watches in confusion
unaware if it hovers in the cold vacuum of space
or the vacuous imagination of the fool on ivory bones borne from vacant adoration and ambergris at the edge of ocean
