drain
hydrate thought screen
orbs blooming in air on each side
bridge rattled by sunset energy

I watch freedom grow in its peaceful
moments, and think, now we're
really getting somewhere but the youngest
man I ever met whispered gently, humorously,
charmingly into my ear: just remember you're
always watching a funeral party
get suckerfeet and suckerhands
up into the sky corners
something colorless invisible old
is stirring nowhere at all

drink
oilships in the eyes of a good kisser
receding tracers tagged with blood
moth wings scoop after scoop

and many bridges saying
something gorgeous has passed under
something worthy of intake has crossed these waters
assaults on bare space should and will continue
something certain has vacuumed all overhead