sunsets ripples oil spots under the brightly lit ceiling of the sky.
My mind soaring up into infinite heights leaping flying up the palisades into the dome of night.
beyond the stars.
beyond the night.
to a time when men were men,
naked under the sun,
basking freely under allweather loves,
passions circling flooring in the night,
rising and falling tick tick tick under the sheets.

Under the bridge flying.
streetlights grumble at the passing of time.
The rain falls down the windows,
down the drain.
The corpses collect, gleaming under the sun,
before lightsafe baggies envelope all.
The names never existed,
their photographs toted in the streets to the anger of all.
Blank tombstones.

Flying back across the night,
Tears flowing,
bent forward, back and forth.

Sex is Nothing.

Flying back,
leaping into the sky,
all in motion, in balance,
along the ocean.
The waves toss back,
and forth.
Up and down,
riding and spiraling,
down.
Cold droplets on skin--Immersion.
Drowning--close your eyes.
Feel the water.
Feel the night go black.