someplace where

…12-string monkeys flatten their homemade picks against the long mule hills

and a portal quickly forms

then slides then drops away:

as if dropkicked from the moon’s surface

to a place where the electric city plugs in

instead, our hearts

and spirits

breakout together

to someplace where:

…brazen poets toss salt disguising any evidence of daylight.

… where neon magnets fire away from their own procreated hangers.

… where duality ladies gather knitting metal tourniquets for conscientious objectors.

… where dusty redbrownblue matrix stones get bartered for 5-star hotel rent.

… where dormitory maidens gaze at playgrounds from their suntanned springtime windows.

… where generous tasters masquerade their dance como salsa.

… where ya know courvoisier iz all ya git on tap.