Rubies and sapphires and silvers and golds
in trembling fights
and undulant fucks;
Celestial engines with rich chambers,
shivering and stark;
Stellar machinery slicked in
the thick sickly oils of naked night.
Wide swing the satellites;
puckish luminaries dallying in the dark.
Digital sky, god’s flicked cigarettes.
like dreamless sleep,
or one gorged with those that we forget.
One last dance to that criminal, the clown
Who spilled champagne
all down Gaia’s dinner gown
One last drink to
the milky eye rock.
blind but never
The man in the moon blows out suns
like they were dandelion clocks.