eating
pretzels
drinking
black coffee
writing beneath sprung windows
as the outdoors sunlighted
breath
curls at my neck and shoulders
music tethers me
the
slightest string
keeps
me bound
to
the Planet
the
thinnest of senses
mist
my imagination
scent
tint
vague
out lines
snap
me
into
a trajectory
Orbit
not
visited before
washing through me like
x-rays
of
undivided attention
upsidedown
I
pass myself
swimming
intheotherdirection
opalescent bubbles fall
float sideways
and
micescatter like Mercury
on
unreasonable axes
propelled
by a smashed thermometer
crashed
on squared green-and-cream linoleum tile
fallen
from
my hands as a boy
deliberately
quiveringsilver slivers stuck
in my fat imagination and
happy eyes
I am alive:
no
Joy more powerful.
1312, Saturday, 15 9. 12
