Monday, August 29, 2016

I'm bouncing on my own body
with a spirit found in the rain,
tickling his runny nose with an arrow,
bowing his violin with a fan blade,
pushing all his wind
with a tunnel to an airplane,
flinging luggage at his feet
leather on leather light,
tooling the trees of earth
into a venusian infrastructure
of steaming pussy willows,
I inhabit my body with drawstrings
of sadness, layers of impacted
iguana, shivers from martian lake floor,
ice runways pocked by
spiked heels, and falling forms in a haze
of projected blue blood.

No comments: