honor thy father and thy mother light-switch cover plate

oh, ridiculous world of
serious faces, taking things to heart
what if this is all there is
does it make it better or worse
how little i am
a crockery jug of
moon and testicular ooze
curved like the banks of a slow river
and faster than light
meager yet brim-full with the pure magic
while my mind hovers just beneath
the meniscus of a grand dream
pulled tight from horizon to horizon
and mirrors only one face back to me
in a drip of resigned old photons
still running screaming from
the crack of the First Whip



my father and mother, left and right wings

they broke and badly mended
were spent but keep on going
i have tiny remote nude
clawed feet
so far away!
my breast is soft and round
but bone-light
white, hollow
and no hands or fingers
but molting feathers
is there really such

resignation in all flightless birds
beady of eye
and walking like
an egyptian
here you see
an ostrich, an emu
and a tubby penguin
popped in a suit
flying from some
nosediving sharks