I’ve been here sitting on the rooftop
of my home watching the fabric
of various worlds diverge from each
other, earth and spinning Saturn,
the great MilkyWay and burning Mars,
half carved moon and shattered souls, the
way two lovers scurry in a sleepless state
across distant dominions, drumbeaten
and wailing, flamed and soundless, every
stabbed existence withering away in rough
edged tunnels.  I could see trapped walls confined
in chains, screaming and struggling,
disconnected and depressed, hidden beyond
endless space, tortured, blade whipped, sinking
in swollen rivers.  The burdened trees were in
a sea of doubt and despair, lingering in insane
rhymes, trickling tears, slumped leaves sentenced
and prisoned, sunburnt and exploding, all fading
away in incomparable universes.  The crowded
city streets were half scorched and draining,
strained and quivering, every encompassing
dimension running together in solitude, moonless
metaphors, scrambled similes, shadowed diction,
recycled vowels, sore and jagged, scraped
and pockmarked, a discontinuation from reality,
cracked creations, bottled and broken, overgrown
seas dismantled and disintegrating, washed away
in a wave of gray cement.  My heart was floating
in a mass equation of volcanic caves, unable to
pull itself away from the obvious, the crammed
dirt dead in drugged syllables, the crippled rose
petals scattered across the ground, lifeless stems
whispering a thousand voices beneath a curtain
of light.