As if
that work
were just earth
cursed by sun
stippled skin itching
to feather so much
coagulating wisp in droves
of yolk-spun music
one curlicue of beard
seared by sun into word
as if all this crashing
into the humiliations of desire
were simply the sun’s curdle
rising nuclear from one’s flesh
no wonder that breath’s silent heft
best tricks the sun into correspondence
with unfettered magic in the plink
of teeth against the atmosphere’s heat
I goad the air into translation
caging a single little yellow fingertip
to see the cables wind
gold against floor’s fake grain
this is what it means
to curate even minor appendages
from the sun’s razored painting
and everyone knew it
was over the moment
these hideouts were born
starting over in vernal
effulgence to spill through
our hands’ fingered crannies
startled anew by
its anger
the sun
burning usually
but not obviously
or ever obliviously
to stoke such orphans
as make up flesh
into a sugary panic
Look at the stars!
the sun seems to exclaim
with all the other stars
laughing behind it in occlusion
the sun could not care
less about theories of time
but looks in on the sleeper
with a genuine sort of horror
for he has never grown tired
of fleeing his own domed colossus
in doomed bursts of ion hysteria
for even the sun grows
enamored of a fiendish distance
where even the solar winds
might seem like a gush
of horseflies lousy with Benzedrine
strangely the sun fails
like a dazed orange
ball bleeding in gasps
like a child shouting
Don’t look now!
when clearly desiring
that we do
we see
the burning
of our limbs
our selfsame limbs
wrapped like straightjackets
around the sun’s billion
bilious vectors of truth
Look at our arms!
we scream in exasperation
more than a little scorched
as the dreamer is transfigured
and the sun recoils trembling
into its web of fingers
Hold me! the sun croaks
out almost garroted for
the sun is desperate
and we do it
we duly proffer
the burning arms
of everything visible
until slowly
the sun’s
great dream begins
an icy meteor
hurtling through space
blind to its peril
as it slowly breaks
into traces of liquid
which sizzle and turn vapor
on the invisible spherical skin
of a million twirling planets
