I need to fool you,
A bikini of sand washed ashore on a tongue of stars, betting against height on a swing set of sky,

This is no different though it looks the same,
I know I know, it’s not the same,

Someday I’ll shake hands with butterflies like sideburns on the dark side of the sun

all the great hats
eat black stars
all the poetic scarves
drown in bathtubs
attempting to establish
the joy in tears
all the great leaps
are leapt in silence
so don’t bedraggle your noggin
being belated about it
there is no difference
because nothing’s the same

what will you
think of me, stranded in joy, wearing
only the twilight, i’ve made friends with
sparrows and seagulls, train tracks, the
abandoned streets of a tired city, what would
you know of something this obscure and ruthlessly
of the bitter turns of happiness? sunlight through
the window moves from the top of my bed
to the foot of my bed, so go my afternoons. what
will you think of the shapes of my ink? the books
i haven’t read?
i will surrender nothing
don’t bother to prod
this heart is slowly drowning in a pool of stars