Human Cannonball

A small-time junky in a big-time world
hovering somewhere above the pavement
expectantly awaiting the sweet salvation of the net.

Falling through the skylight
the softest beam yet
seeing what was never possible
reflected in the broken glass-


after the show- gleaners
slowly move through the shards
harvesting what they can.

Snowman

in the morning distance
Suguaros stretch back to infinity
and even in their tiny dotness
we know them for what they are

how strange it is, then, to value

above sweetness that strangeness

unknown to itself,

deliberate in its carelessness

selfish to the point of oblivion.

If only we could make it notice

and share its light that meager light

from a cold, dark star

where no world revolves

where no world revolves

where no world revolves

Novemberman

No, I don't remember
where I was that day
it was so long ago
only the numbness and disappointment
can I now recall

Of course, assassination is only the beginning-
a crime that will take ten thousand years to finally repay

And the criminals will be released to the custody of ashes

Skycap

the multiplication of insistence
is wrongly calculated
by a different engine


where our quantity is given
in a circumstantial heaven
when uneven angels
and even devils

Come to some conclusion
and all existence is carried over
to another enumerator
and the extrapolated answer is
X

Birth Revoke

How do you become a former painter?
with mother soon to be in the air
your birth rite returned to its lawful
place, somewhere beneath the
umbilical.
(They say it leaves a scar like a smiley face.)

Without this choice you will come undone
and float upward,
an untethered balloon-bursting below the sun
raining down on the unsuspecting,
teeth, hair, eyes.


Unlikely unseemly a dream choice
is made and you are finally relieved
to be in orbit, once again.

Eastern Star

From a distance
you can barely see
the faintest hint of
stars exploding.
Horsehead,
Crab,
Orion,
all dying things.

The speed of overtaking
simple things, thinking
is astonishing.

OnQue

Sharing confusion with you as if it were
a warm bit of pie
falling filling dropping from the margins
stains shirtfronts, ties
makes hands sticky


After this bit of theft I have beed upgraded!
a defenstrated super-hero
oh I forget to fly
(sorry Saskia!)


Before figuring out the etiquette
of flight or falling
I make my aquaintance with the ground