April 2009
1 post
UFO
You, a shiny sparkling splendor of light,
decorative and dancing across aerodynamics,
would be a star if not for the law of stars
that says to burn is to burn in place,
gaseous and glowing. Your skin silver
polished smooth in reckless night sprints
shuffling celestial half-court drills
over Arizonian skies, Jersey, New Mexico:
suicide scrimmage, scurry and fly, an object
come to pass, a green...