Laying Down Blue

Brazenly proclaiming

            it smells like

            the world

out here.

Wandering against the sun

I watched your eyes

melt down to

(the semblance of)

your cheeks.

And then goodbye –

the sound of

the wind

splattering

against the trees:

art imitating explosions

screaming

and falling backwards.

Orbital Teaspoon

And I open one eye

every now and then

in floating silent dark

to interrupt the delirium;

it’s like thinking

without dipping your soul

into

the craters of the moon.

You make me

delirious

when I close my eyes;

maybe that’s what heaven

is like –

skipping artificial rocks

on the manmade pond.

One more

delirious

drive down

the deserted cul-de-sac

closing with the

ever-cryptic

I’m close,

bring a sweater.