Read Poem: May Wonderful Things Frighten You, by Jeremy Santiago López

The steaming icicle plunges
Into a receptacle,
Explosions now implosions,
The maestro looking,
The ballerina, once again, swirling and twirling,
The seat gripped, the seat gripping the man,
Froth forming under pressure,
Lather,
Please pass me the ladder
So that I may descend
into a bottomless vale of
retrospection.
Slow-mo, but I never use it,
I want to fuse it,
To intermingle with you,
Blend,
A cherry, strawberry smoothie so piquant,
Your secrets escaping, so revealing,
Frequent lashing and blinking,
Timorous Timothy and his rigorous mysteries
Leading no one to victories.
We have returned in bolting shadows,
Ghosts stalking themselves
Because there is NO ONE left to haunt.
Humanity will have absolutely reached a point of no return:
Everyone will no longer hunt,
As no flesh will exist,
Everyone will no longer swim,
For the brimming sands will substitute the placid oceans,
Everyone will no longer love,
For hatred will…