comet frag hits the sun

long white tail disappears
behind black disc , forefont: niburu ensues


 when you come
up behind me and wrap
your arms around my
waist, something inside vaporizes.

your orbit needs to keep to its ellipse
see you
once every thirty two hundred kalpas.













*









the h.o.t. pink room  empties
slidden to the west.  translucent
curtains hide the best strips of light
with sheer will. where will you go from
here?  imitation is a mismatched goal.


you say "enlightenment"
as if it's a movie. cast your role
in the arms of sci-fi. saviours
are a dime, warriors drawn
and quarters, saints priceless.

you can pull off these masks
and find the vein beneath the words
or you can put on another. plenty of objects
to be. creeping quickly, a parasite

with plans to kill the host, age settles
into your skin. the mirror, your friend,
offers no comfort. i'll give you a pix
of how you seem now, call it a lie.

















()*






but what about me? where do i fit in?
gull slicing the sky. legs open after dark.



i am waiting for sunset, the neons, sunrise
a gladiola, opening. i'm waiting for the rains
and the seed to spring , waiting for a clue
that looks like options and delivery, waiting

for you. yes.



i remember the ocean's whims
in your eyes. the thick bark of bracken and drupe
over the trellis of your brow.




we've known each other in the trillions
of seconds sliding one into the next , a fountaining
coalescent. you are  base and tangle i am skein
before the string.  why do you put yourself in a prison?