It Was Then I Carried You

Silver ascension with a Bic lighter
my jeans in gravity's clutch
naked in the rafters
my bare ass
     in the curl of thunder's clap
moonlit display case
red waxen rocketship through the clouds
exhibition to horse heads
to bejeweled asteroid belts
to the
     Great Eye
belching a pearl necklace of white smoke
coughing in wise tantrums
leaving opal reminders across
     faded carpets
like Christ's footprints in the sand.

TA