The Wand

I am buoyant in the wonder:
Can they not see the faces
Chiselled
In the low-lying constellations
Hovering over both of them
Like dizzy artists on ice?
I watch as the stars suck on
Green bottles, sip Vodka martinis
& fond over each other like
A thousand Hollywood muses
Crowded into a W. Hollywood
Apartment; as Orion as he
Draws another whaft f/ a
Half-smoked Havana & as
Delphinus winks across the sky
At Hydra, though she's looking
Passed the Dolphin & dreaming
Casually at the Lyre.
These are the towering spectators
& the calculus of their culture
Will mediate the events that caper
Before me;
I want to know what's it all about…
Lepus laughs a tad &
Taurus said, "I'll raise my glass
To that…"
Not a moment left to doubt,
I looked to see if the race had
Fizzled out, but sure enough
In the pale arena there was
Treasure, still ahead, w/ the slight
Leaning to the left…
Suddenly a shock:
Before I could retract my words
The windows locked.
Trailing: 1-2-3-4 o' clock…
Lightning speed,
We were off, & like a cosmic
Astronaut, I was in worship of the
Breath of colours spiraling down
Into unknown masses, ready to be
Born.
I glanced behind me one more time:
Phoenix' wings are spread,
Horologium looks straight ahead:
The clock is turning 8-9-10-11-12-13...

Rocket Science

Suspense drowning
The tonsils of my sorcery;
I question my own
Magic, when up in combat
W/ yours.
That chemistry could forbid
The un-folding of
Winter, much less her
Apprentice!
Red clouds copulating
Between the heavy commas
Of our eyes as they drift
Into opiate orbits
Surveying the indefinite
Silhouettes of what lies
In between
Words unsaid & words,
Traditional, unbothered,
Painless.