sappy music

pouring slow from speakers as sap



melon head

I saw you on the bridge

50 stones from the river

and 50 stories you

recited to me



with flight response

I blindly

bitterly

flew



the sun was setting wasn’t it?

the sun

was nodding



it was slipping

into a sherbet horizon

the clouds swallowed it

like a communion

wafer



melon head how did you heal?

sun traded rolls with our lone

cold satellite

its lousy atmosphere- it’s paper thin



laugh at my soggy sway, melon head

but I was trying to balance under

those giants



50 thousand stories

50 thousand deaths