Feb 18, 2008

Midway 1

While past the roof tops' cones and pyramids
stars swam like shallots in the cosmic soup
bright Anthony Midway opened up his shades
and pushed his eye against a telescope
and staring deeply at the hams of God
who squatted somewhere in Orion's belt
and diddled in the Magellanic cloud
grew tired of ogling at the starry vault
and shut his eye and capped the magic lens
and lay back quietly dreaming in his bed
where universes spiralled in his head
and missed the blackness that he saw there once
before those patterns flashing in the dark
turned exclamation point and question mark.



feb 08