Dearest Paul

Heaven is a heavy monolith
Built skillfully by unknowing patrons
It stands in obscurity
Next to the less literal paradises
Long penis like fingers emerge from fleshy ovaries
In lieu of leafy earth dwelling stars

THEY ALERT US OF CHANGE
AND WATCH US RESTLESSLY SLEEPING

Do you recall lightning bugs trapped in skulls?
Jars in our head?
Childhood stalks your ascent to manhood
to remind you your fingernails are dirty
Are you like a child, tiny? Infinite in spirit? Doomed by flesh?

As a homeless anomaly of the universe
We try profoundly to appear informed--failures of inner earth
STARS OF JUPITER and CENTRAL NERVOUS BREAKDOWNS

The bees waltz with poison and venality--we are similar, but less noble
Our throne sits atop a mountain
Deep in a fog
Where hours fat with minutes are lobotomized; rendered useless like excess fat
In this fog the child of time, not space, is born
As a :
BOMB
AN ORGASM
A GRIMACE
all similarly strange
Opaque to those in tired skin who sleep dreamlessly
Quite translucent to rabid dogs in the image of fatherless children
Available to own, to fuck, to love no more
AVAILABLE to clocks with broken hands
Responsible for time that swallows words,
Whose stomach can no longer process refined suggestive sugars

When I sleep, rare by measure, I hear whimpering
I can hear my compatriots crying, sobbing
Ripping retinas from eyes
Trying to forget the loss of loving partners
the loss of cold winters in our now dejected beds

They are not despondent--THEY ARE the O C E A N
They are the storm clouds over a hungry earth