Great Daylight Fireball, 1972

plain vigor dazzle a supple sky

nice to see someone make a far flash

all to notice                 that night dust,

keen the way it glimmers

but those eyes did show you              shooting

that dim blue rock

even when her sun let rays

flow out a bright day you burned.

 

you, an incandescent stuff

handsome as a deer color so red          bleeding silicate

 

meteordom 

come quick and balance this ball of fallen light

your eyes glowed its reflection and I sat by your beard,

gave you my juice box            made our knees

touch kinda enough     it counts

if our jeans are touching

I told you what I wanted and you giggled

but I didn’t mind

I still know how to make new friends

I know how to touch myself I know

what beauty is            I don’t have to tell you that

but I do           I know what beauty is

why I often imagine the woodline of your eyelashes