Mia Amore Del Bando
Visions

I vision the future
Dismal and deluded lights
Blurry violet edges and stranger’s smiles
My heart on a platter for cannibals to feast
I like to assume it’s because I’m too nice
Handing over my organs like charity

I vision my life
In a zigzag pattern
A Rube Goldberg invention
Seventeen different exits and strategies
For the same grand result
Lonely at home with the television static
Waiting for wholesome purpose through the black and grey margins

I vision the past
An angry bird pecking at my skull
Until it punctures skin and bone
Smashes my brains like a geo stone
Lumpy jelly center
Initial sour and soiled after taste
Swallow the seeds for a promising future
I just need a little water

I vision what I want
The barricades welded with white gold
Igniting my eyes like the wildfires of California
My greedy chubby fingers extend
And grasp the lock of the gates
Scorching my flesh, ripping the dermis off the bone
Like a starving coyote carving his teeth into fresh kill,
Mauling at its fatty intestines
It hurts to see treasure
Only for it to evaporate

I vision who I am
Sitting on the scratchy carpet
Entertaining the war I declared
To do nothing and complain
Or transform into the god I know I am
Only to burn myself again