Echoes of Clean

The symposium echoes in luminescent bubbles,

each shampoo lather dissolving—

wissenschaft in Mason jars pulled from 

an infinite shelf of continuity. Remnants—

left behind, are a mixture of laughter and restraint.

Is the world washed or just strangely forgotten?

Tracks of memory smear like fleeting foam,

meringue against the hard lines of reality.

Threads Exist or It Doesn’t Matter

Thewashofcleansedthoughts: prose that delves,

the smell of cashmere dreams twirling in rain,

caught in nets of synthetic lather, gripping all chaos.