Black swirls with morning birds/dust devils in the sun
Come back with me, take my hand into Space

I had two yo-yo’s
They became entangled
I held them up to the sun to release them
And saw orange flame through their plastic, translucent bodies
I said,
"Isn’t there a way to untie what has already been tangled, dusted, and sure?"

Black ties the morning birds into dust devils
The crows fly in by threes
Cars whizz and churn

I had six lovers
All of them loved me into a pretzel
My heart was an oak
But I still couldn’t cry
When I let them go
I stuck deeper into the soil
Trusting my ghostly roots
I said,
"Isn’t there a way to feel love without getting hurt?"

Black fashions the sun a new bowtie
Now, day looks like a gentleman
He has no work to do–he is abundant
The youth ramble astray on the ground below,
Forming sunflowers as their bodies lie down to decay

I had one mind and risked it for the opportunity to be free
Now, my body convulses when lightning strikes
And I **** the energy from laughter
My body, hollow, transmutes energy so it may live
My one mind smiles as it loses itself in the candy store

Black pyramids leave their tar in my lungs
I miss your laughter
I miss the old barn where you lived
I miss the splintered porch where you had your morning coffee

How can I find you if I don’t risk the sun, the birds?
How can I be an astronaut if I rely on God to untie yo-yo's?

Beauty does not make sense
And the mind in which it is created
Steeps in tea
Pray, dear reader, that I do not become too bitter
And sugar cannot sweeten me
Anymore