ode to a hummingbird
morning glory grasps the cattails
anna sails
both misunderstood
“pretty” privilege
man too struck
to understand lacking
this sap-sucker can’t keep
his stupid heart pounding in time
stuck in birdlime
washing machine wings
distract the sun
from what?
only the small survive
whalefall
cascade air grasps for where
the wave of rock resides
behind frosted pines
stones rolling, reverse sisyphus
land ho! earthquake pirates
all drowning as fish do-
“whalefall” would suffice
-and so
they are eaten by worms
probability
our snake died
just a couple As and Gs misplaced
and now when I look at anything I think
“how are you alive?”
somehow perfectly arranged
in rows of trillions
from blue-green sea tint to baleen whales
more than improbable
lost in my fear
I might disappear
we’re all still here
neuro
clinging to mine
those small & shiny
pixels beep on and off
a metaphor for- a trains rushes by
and so I will learn how to lose
those small & shiny
morels cannot devour
computer logs
nor flies their kind
50/50
I try not to look at neutrons
I know it makes them shy
so I smear the sweat from my brow
hold my hand there a little too long
be casual
or maybe just turn around
so when they scatter off my back
whether they’re real or not
is 50/50
medium: bull on china shop
raise your red flag
and lure him in
plug your nose for the stench
(hope the bull doesn’t see)
be part of the audience
and when the china’s smashed
it’s kintsugi romanticism
but you don’t want the pieces
that prick the palm of your hand
so I sweep up the ceramic
and you hold the dustpan
fixing broken things
radio signals
I sit, send radio signals
– there’s someone coming to save me
at least I hope –
let the liquid glacier flow over my leg hairs
spears of ice tickles my tongue
above as below, the bloodless beings circle
– listen –
the strange smooth
hiss
hum
drone
fizz
bumble
whir
murmur
that painful noise
I find the small and silvery things
I hide from the creaking and the towering
I watch the alien spaceship
fall into the sky