For there is nothing, of course, to prevent the moon from being both a stone and a god.
Lie in the Cloud
Are you waiting for someone else to save you?
Gas is gas.
No one wants soft brown bananas but everyone loves banana bread.
We eat the sticky fat of storms that sway and blind men.
To live helium-headed and lead-footed, roaring through the DMZ of gotten places.
I want to see with the eye of the heart.
Keep your whites bright.
Who will tend the lawn when you are dead and gone?
You electrify the infinite substance of my darkness.
Resting arrestingly at your stockinged feet d i s i n t e g r a t i n g
Like tall pines moaning in the morning.
An enchanted boat in a tale of little meaning.
The clouds are seeded with our dust.
This golden morning, birds shift in the crashing light.