Bright feathers can hold up

the crushing weight of oblivion.

Silken hair beheld

enlightens the tongue.

Cool waters of mercy

invade the poet's turmoil

and give the cosmic visage

an atomic leer.

A grill of white fire edged red

with a wormhole background

lurking in the lake mouth

of a blue guitar marooned

on a polished wooden floor

bones trickling with time's

little appetizers

clear tables of melted sand.