Tuesday, May 24, 2016

To Aria & the Universe

          Our car fell off
the cliff

the last time
          into the lake…

The water has a hole in it:

I’m cutting windows out
of the passenger seat.

I’m cutting glass
out of your throat

where the clicking
eccentric pulse
is swiveling like a rogue planet.

Gargling blood
and treading water,

I hear your garbled voice
but I need advice

in hypothermic mint.

I kissed you

your dying lips
during the erratic dusk

as your eyes
fluttering and parasitic
glazed over the mountains

into reverie.