GANNET


What if the wheels sucked up the rubber

owls lining the runway with
their blue heads turning

Each bird stands on an overturned bottle of wine, or blood

Metaphysical ennui

As fast as the synapses burn down--

your mother goes rolling down the staircase in her chariot of glee

And all night long
the briefcase snaps open--

lemons floating on the sea at night

ice cubes melting in a bright blue furnace

roar of a jet engine suddenly stopping