when the genius submerged in sad days
hammers the streetlights into fireworks
and you wait with a hard-on in the path
of an even-tempered steamroller
dolls with bulging eyes cling to picket
fences on each green side
line up with your spine
a spaceship in gravy

chronologies wither from torched fuel
of unprecedented hours, leaving wall calendars
bare as pure salt

ruthlessly you penetrate
the elastic, daring the endless to end,
taunting universal slingshots
to send you past all freezing peers
hoping someone will kiss your faint zones
the way forward, where insight emerged
from world airport blackout