Empty Waves

Glass spun into a thread so fine
reminding me of spiderwebs & the high-wire act
which is the virtue inherent in any vice

two zeroes plus one more
& nothing happens
stumbling like a tear
for Sweet Jane, Iggy Pop & Typhoid Mary

Quinn the Eskimo & Bump the Night

Earl the Girl, Shady, Gnarls, Flea,
Little Horse, Dutch & Blaise Cendrars

a boatload of Kubla Khans

two four six eight & a quarter
spinning wheels of morphine-like
fingers falling against your cheek
before rolling the dice that come up snake eyes
every time