Melbourne, Perth, Darwin, Townsville, Belém, Durban, Lima, Xai-Xai planes with wingspans big as high schools eight hundred nine hundred tons a piece gone like pollen, cumulus cirrus altostratus nimbostratus people getting skinny just trying to lose weight and the sky the biggest thing anyone ever thought of
[I'm not with my]
I’m not with my blue toes or my doggies
nor am I under any arched roof rotting blossoms
in my drain, sunlight pouncing upon me,
nor am I fixed like a tree, nor am I unfixed
like a wind. I ate an apple, that’s fine
and after Anthony left I got a whiskey.
I stared a bit like a shadow at a book,
a fold in my shirt showed a monk’s bowing head
in a column of dusty light, but I just basically
used it to cover up my arm which was prickling
now because of some awful thing within me.
Big nasty sun making me feel old and then
this lovely gold bird flew up to my lunch.
An actual family of little white turnips
rolling over in the boiling pot like some
clouds is how I act. A great blue sky for a bed
and that beauty make me happy again.