Down rite stupid
She Up and left
I walk around here
Like i belong
nothing wrong with me
liking it
Wearing her glare like a skink
or some
winter perfume
I want to bite biscuit crisp sky from the nite’s pantry and hawk out the half-chewed stars into her mouth like a momma bird
wipe the cosmic light from her maws
and index
full pouting chapstick lips
dryer than the surface of
Mars
Beneath all that Vaseline
and twice as untouchable
as the Romance in rocks hurtling about Saturn’s waist
Like a highway that leads to the highway
Like an oncoming freight train on a
lemniscate track
Like the sea stroking a stone to sand
the lacy foam trimmings of its tide
brushing delicately a
sun starved shore
Stormy and moreish
Boorish and corny
I know what the face you’re pulling means like i would a square mile maze
And left to my imagination
I am lost in space