Green Dads

Green-blue flashes
from the deep
lechery of becoming up-
turned. An upward seahorse
immobile, because--let's face it--we
are all seahouses, our horses before us
villas stretching to the horizon
eyes wide / lashed / open

to the mantlepiece candelabra flash
expense traded to the flintdash
camera trained on me becoming me;
my life began before the internet
and it will end after it all
falls down / frame dope fish
open hope dish.