in dostoyevsky titled postcards
and shuffled like stingrays
my bucketful of inkblots
into tired notebooks the same
i tried to hang myself with
the umbilical cord
that grew out of the
spark from your eyelashes
in the rain
that night i kissed you
i was on top of the eiffel fucking tower
singing a song
in my daydreams
with my magicians cape
and my
red paisley
handkerchief harmonica
when you called
i swam like pan
into that immense and
fading blue
climbed like
spider man
on a mission
stood as sturdy as
fallen trees
bent backwards
i studied like an acorn
how winter changes
i sat in the waterfall
and caught
enough internal heat
to step out of
tattooed shoes
guilt’d eyelids
i tried to broadcast our love
onto buildings
and billboards
at rush hour
i carved your aura
out of silent static
and butterfly wings
and danced like
gatsby’s guests
across night’s
brilliant ballroom
(2008)