i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
together

we talked
about?
um
all our
fathers
questions
raised but
never
answered

In the perpetual pursuit
of planetary pleasures,
a purported supporter of such
paranormal potions must
ponder: is pleasure, in principle,
the peak,
or perhaps is it a journey,
from point O to point P
purposely pouncing to provide
pyromaniacs with plentiful
planks for the pyre.

Maybe, before this, I was wood smoke.
And maybe even then, I stung your eyes.

I'm floating above and watching
when did the sky darken?
when did I stop paying attention?
when will I come back down?

Smell the
newborn puppies;
placenta from heaven,
like candy canes and
burning leaves.
Stay green as long as
you can.
Drink up the sunrise like
a chocolate malt;
because tomorrow comes
with a sigh...