faux-gras

Electric-eel toothbrushes
breeding Dolphins in dixie-cups.

Force-fed plastic geese
reading Braille sports-tickers.

There was an Amethyst glaze
over the night sky
that told me
the True Cubes
are always round.

The moon caught fire
because it was made of
Lucite soap-bubbles.

So I put it out.

I'm through captaining
these inverted Asphalt Pagodas.

Elixir Vitae

If etiquette holds sway
and I should politely sip
when that Cup is passed to me
then slap it away with a laugh
for I may have forgotten
that the only way to drink
is to drown in ecstasy.

Charlie Actual

What happened to your wingman?

He slipped on a Fullerene
and fell off the edge
of the world.

That's the way it happens
when the C.O. extends
your Tour Of Duty.

The frozen question marks
get backed up into your
thousand-yard stare.

There isn't a PX in the world
that can shake loose those
Dear John's.

Paraclete

I visited the twenty-eight
mansions of the moon
past the four pillars
that support the firmament
and saw that Enoch laboured
for fifty days and nights.

In a vision he beheld the task.
With a word exhaled, creation.

Now, for fifty days and nights
I have toiled
for secrets without fail.

These visions dulled by fatigue
and the realization that I may be
the meanest prophet.

Lord, please burn me a bush.