after Lisa Jarnot
In the avocado night, lit green by the avocado light, we wait, suddenly, for the sun to break bright, binding us together in the avocado dawn. In the repetition of our words, of our sounds, of our songs, of our thoughts made from music from our mouths, we love what binds us together. We love to see the stars inside the radio, the stars that bind us together, stars like love, like the radio, then, like the radio of love, bind with us in the avocado dawn. We do not listen to the radio, we do not hear, we watch, instead, the radio flicker flash with stars, with light, bright like avocados in the night, lit green, but bright, before the dawn, and from our mouths these songs, songs of sounds made together of music, with love of the night lit bright with the radio made of stars, which we love, as well, until the dawn breaks, with the repetition of the sun suddenly over the avocado light, which we, as well, love. So flash the flicker flame of the sudden sun, lovely at the avocado dawn, with the stars, as well, made of music, not to hear, not to listen, but to see the flicker of what binds us together in a flash, suddenly, in the song of the radio breaking with the stars.
Joshua Ware was born in Cleveland, OH in 1977.