Same smeared face
Of the moon faints
Toward Earth
Into the rain that pools in the broken cups.
The kids in the street
Bang their hands against the old
Can lids
Imitating stars.
They rattle with a fierce
Cunning
For transcendence.
It is as simple as that.
I joined an ensemble
Of misspelled shoes.
I got a tattoo of an umbrella.
How to make it simple?
I walk. I think. I write.
Even the alligators who live in the stars.
Are simple. Really.
The clouds jumped ov
er the erroneously
Patterned couch.
If there was no gravity, there would be no light.
The petals of sitting
Alone on a ledge of a
Wall. The city here is
Industrial, abandoned.
I like the wild flowers
And the shrubs. I like
The graffiti. When the
Sun sets on the abandoned automobile
Mouths, on the rail road
Ties. I think of a daring childhood.
Blood brothers with surrealism.
Or the raw patterns of
Broken panes.
The stars and planets sitting on time
Making dents in space.
How armies of sky
Take one leaf at a time
And rattle them green bones,
Shattering the air
Of its clear perpendiculars.
A robot
In a swimsuit
Is no
Astronaut
Gathers up
All four eyes
To gaze
At you
Slim as a volcano
Tear gas
For a heart.
The mechanical shadows of
Robot leaves
Hurry on tiny legs.
And of footsteps that fly.
Birds whose wooded brains
Trail into galaxies.
To begin in these cursive lights no
Taller than fireflies, are the names
Not yet in books, proceed.
You shook your head. This wasn’t
Going to be easy.
I held you up for the stars to seethe.
But more to the point.
Your bald feet nibbled on the
Wild stairs.
Hands became bodies. Hands
As beautiful as a trapeze.
A curfew of pulled nails.
You brought a hammer.
You
Are me. I am you.
I shook my head. This wasn’t
Going to be easy.
I am ready
For the perfect legs I don’t remember
The silence of swim suits in the branches of stars
For the shaman to burn my habits and pull the cosmos out of a sock
The sleeveless sun like an alphabet flying a kite
If I should
Head home
By now.
Back
To the
Strange
Shoelaces
Of angles.
But that’s how you remember
Black holes are timeless.
And
It is in life
You find the words
For words you don’t
Know.
Evolution manages imagination.
