rough trip

on the day in question

the sky's a wineskin it

suppurates

 

or a foam for aviators

their slick

tunnels intersect

 

(furious

distant

trumpets)

 

while the inside of this movie

projects into meandering

streams

 

navigators'

dreams

(on star ships

 

anchored in suns

as their capstans

unwind)

 

spill sailors

into the

dark they

 

see shining