Cabin fever

We enter this premise
a masterful apprentice
velvet mafia recruitment
here at the hideout.
the trees, the trees are calling you to move
in a most mistaken frame
my knowledge of sane
i burst into flame
will never melt into dread, but
flush open, froth, and ferment like so many synapses.

chew the mint fresh of our morning,
record my static electricity
atomic bomb residue:
yellow amorous
Aged sunlight, honeymoon
Formation, fresh, orange, squeezed
insects sleeping
birds singing
seedless, thoughtless, and unarmed.
Against the dark skin of the night
A helix of hush hung thick with widening strokes.