Next Time

Standing outside
sipping the breeze
& it was just like in your poem
                              (the cantilever section
              minus the trigger finger & the dry dive

The hangover was outrageous
but sincere
landing halfway between a wild surmise
& a rusty can of tuna fish

              Sometimes all it takes is a speck of blue
              sky & a feather of smoke that
                              blossoms like a turquoise suicide rose
                                                                inside yr head
                                                ringing like a bell made of
                                                                              tidewater steel