Saturday, July 27, 2013

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

against the trees:

art imitating explosions

and falling backwards.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

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
the craters of the moon.

You make me
when I close my eyes;

maybe that’s what heaven
is like –
skipping artificial rocks
on the manmade pond.

One more
drive down
the deserted cul-de-sac

closing with the

I’m close,

bring a sweater.