HAVE YOU SEEN THIS SODA MACHINE
MISSING SINCE 02/07/18
Mothman could be sitting in a Dallas diner with a hat over his antennae he could be a dad now your dad not that I’m saying he’s your dad but I am saying when was the last time you asked your dad about bright lights and unearthly disasters
have you checked him for wings what’s his shoe size
who restocks the machine what goblins arrive from strange markets with impossible sodas split one open and make auguries of the bubbles
you know there’s a god in each spit of seltzer you’re not only one thing
maybe your cells have a religion and it’s you I’m just saying
there’s gifts and wonders in this wide world cherry grape cola marmalade cocktails
and I WANT TO BELIEVE that the green children of Woolpit stock the machine that Roswell is a practical joke played by faeries that the last wolf in England became the saint of a god we couldn’t even name
I need a world stranger and more alive than I am please
make one with me
each thread ferrying its own unlikely song
in this place we are not the unusual ones ask every follicle if it belongs your body is garden soda machine house with the lights left on
there’s mystery in the blood with us there has to be for each
pulse and sweat and brilliant flash of synapse
there is nowhere we can go to be understood hold on tight no one’s getting out of here alive
every time you crack open a soda can it hisses like a living thing
you know I wouldn’t change it even if I could