The moon grows antlers and stops wearing clothes.
All gives way to the vast x of space and time.
The cost, a penniless bird invisible in the veins,
Nudges for wingspan, like standing close to a passing train.
The cities of the Midwest are wild with the loneliness of the cosmos.
A penciled in whereabouts for a heart.
Synapses like the appetite of electric shoelaces…dizzy and untied.
The heart leaps grave canyons neighing stars. Only the ridiculous will survive.
Okay lost. Okay peanut butter and dusk sandwiches. Okay angels stole my socks.