In Elementary Music The Relation Of Earth To The Sphere of Water Is 4 to 3

FROM MARS
There are times I want to
sink my teeth in that red pavement
& play frisbee with flying saucers
that whirl around the rusty skies
like little halos
or maybe they’re just hubcaps
stolen off some cosmic limo
cruising the interplanetary highway
The little green chauffer wears dark
junky shades he’s cool
I hike out to the canals
where silver gondolas slip like
needles thru rippling red felt
sewing a seam in the tide
It is a red tide         turning purple
sewn with golden thread

ORION
The pain lifts you
via some invisible
hydraulics
right up thru the
ceiling into the
stars
              which are brilliant
              clusters of
              razorblades
              spinning wildly
You do your
Joe Cocker imitation
there
between Sirius
& Aldebaran

THE SEELIGER EFFECT
Sky painted windows dark
uniform effect of trees
thatched shadows

zap vibrations filtered in through
crushed polaroids

Night’s thin membrane stretched
& glistening like
& shut

permeated w/death-defying dreams

Let’s ride then
to the edge

& tiptoe thru arctic tranquilities