Yesterday, 07:29 AM
Universal Studio
Mind glides, turkey-vulture
through a window;
is it the mute brain that feels?
the cross that makes the transparent
veil not a mirror?
Sense of childhood
feels the flaming boat on the water
of the animatronic shark:
Are my nerves wearing
a hood?
The autumn trees like movies;
the bedroom, with its walls
and trunk, like a comic book.
Godzilla, my brainstem,
King Kong picks up and drops
, yeah, me.
Mind glides, turkey-vulture
through a window;
is it the mute brain that feels?
the cross that makes the transparent
veil not a mirror?
Sense of childhood
feels the flaming boat on the water
of the animatronic shark:
Are my nerves wearing
a hood?
The autumn trees like movies;
the bedroom, with its walls
and trunk, like a comic book.
Godzilla, my brainstem,
King Kong picks up and drops
, yeah, me.