Tense and breathless from fallingAn endless fall, no water rushing to meet him.He doesn’t leap easily, but once it’s decided,That’s it…
I have become a soup of myself.I boiled my bones, skimmed off the fat andBoiled again. My bones in a bag boiling.Bones removed and broth gets filledWith vanity and carrots and normalcy,And a few potatoes.
A part of the cosmos,A cosmospolitan of starsEach in turn winking and blacking out.I’ve drunk too much Nebulita tonight.