11/12/2014 Fatherless and flying
One fatherless father
Discovers a loop
And flies with a ball
That has no gravity.
He opens a crack
And finds a map
That points to its own centre.
He tears up the dot
And washes his ears
To hear a scream
Of an atom
The vacuum yawns
‘I want to be fixed.’
And the father ponders:
‘How should I imagine
That this was the last time
I saw anything open?
I remember
I became open
And I flew
And things opened around me
Like relaxed vaginas do.’
To overhear
A flying man
Thinking of vaginas
Carrying a screaming atom
Was peculiar
For the sandman of the stars
But he didn’t doubt it
He believed and he know
He just wondered
Why wouldn’t his son
Visit him more often.
