A Crash Course in Circular Breathing

Melodic birdnotes & bedsprings

providing all the commentary required

& the doll-like way she

            sleeps in my dreams

her heart playing electric bongos you

            hold to your ear like a seashell

                        because this time you’re really listening

but then something she said

            made me feel as though I was

peering through the stained glass windows

            of a Coupe de Ville

                        parked on the bottom of the sea…

& now it’s later & I’m treading water

a shadow among the tangled seaweed swaying

& I don’t know where we’re going but 
we’ll be there any minute now