23 February 2005
28 May 2025
rough trip
on the day in question
the sky’s a wineskin it
suppurates, creates
a foam for aviators
their slick
tunnels intersect
(furious
near miss
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