Where the Wild Things Doof

Photo by jacob avanzato on Unsplash

Dreams foam in
bowls of bone and the
stowaways to Neverland
skol love to light
dendrite chandeliers

past breaking
waves of wizards,
swallowing their launch codes
then pounding through the
gnostic roar, their stars and moons
a vedic storm, their skulls
stretched giddy and sheen.

Minds crackle messianic
in dusty pans, jack-hammering
joy and cooking
worship of the dazzling void.

A rainbow dervish surfs
through trails of purple shamans,
laying lit fireworks in the
hands of sleeping kings,

chasing trance sloshing
over boiling horizons to
where the wild things
doof

as bones tattoo the dirt in a
looping blanket of
artful thunder.