Only a glimmer left:
a few pills briefly
covering the tongue,
an escape hatch
from an unfinished chapter--
only totality or sadness
is cathartic, the annular
as geometry or empty darkness.
The Mayans basically
kept it to themselves,
the Aztecs detecting only whispers
about limits and calendars
during each sacrifice.
One celestial door closes,
to unexplored space.
The big striptease
is easy in zero-gravity,
where the cloaking
volunteers to float away,
exposing a spectacular body.
In other galaxies, our sun’s
not a celebrity, but here,
our flashbulbs crackle
like torn-open envelopes
of discount stars, the notes within
too culture-coded to read aloud.
From this point on,
people will call
many things accidents.
This will not be one
A couple of Septembers, a couple, a wedding band,
and a water wing catch in the filter,
dazzled by chemicals. The inflatable tube
mouths a big vowel many refuse to pronounce.
Meanwhile, my high-hedged residential
romance has the attendance of air freshener.
High and tiled, the cavern walls glaze,
air booming with empty.
They refuse to heat the fall to a more inviting temperature.
Dead leaves line the bottom with their rotting,
thrushes peck the concrete deck
for non-existent sustenance,
while an entire population rubs its face in coliseum.
A few of the smart ones procure parkas and travel north.
Surprise drowns none of them,
but their leader may confuse a virgin
with aversion in choosing where to stop.
The ducks have mostly abandoned the pool
or deflated, and the live ones remain a wary distance
My rescue whistle has frozen to my lips.
The world isn’t scored,
so you can’t bite it in half
to swallow or chew, stretching skin over packed cheeks, threatening
to break your cranium.
Morning bucks the hydrangeas, hummingbirds
ablaze with fancy, and the way purple
unfolds into airspace, and roses
are unlikely shades of open,
petals in the evolution of patience.
Little use, at the edge of this spell,
rambling the countryside’s contours,
humming the immortal waiting game
in this outdoor kitchen,
whipping up something
delectable--hear knack performing, glimpse
shimmering air, seductive as hell,
cry the planet’s next rotation in the eyes
of a wandering dragonfly one helium afternoon,
neurons an allegro fire ablaze
against the fenland sky, and awash in all this,
a tour of the low-cost, modern American house,
the average and expensive days
within the within. Supposedly,
great ideas await outing in every budget.