thousands of wet dice scattered on frozen ponds
series after series, a phallus
skyscraper impaling the last
basketball hoop, two frog kids
heartbroken under the dumb lightning kissing,
trembling junk in its yard soaked kittens
trembling around the struck antenna,
we'll soothe and surge martini-mouthed
under the river oaks, I'll remember
with many fish spines the brains hot
towards the core of your parent's backyard
where you shredded my canoe of mute lips
into wandering cumulous, I wish
were were struck into the air
and the air hard, being hard spat darts
graph charted against the roof of the
unattended planetarium.