When Moonbeams Become a Highway

When moonbeams become a highway

To laughter the universe bubbles  

Its misdemeanors in fern. Rain

Bangs against the retina of a swan

And elbows the world over become

Shampoo balloons. The drool of a pen

Arches the spine of a dragon’s back. The

DNA of tinfoil is crinkled and enigmatic

But gets its identity from a chicken   

It wraps in description. Explore

A paragraph with heat and noise

Derelict in transparency. Feel the air

In revolution. A globe is revealed

In inexplicable attendance. There is a pill

For this that escalates thought. It’s similar

To a blaze of crackling language 

That gets its energy from a pantomime

Of war. It’s a plump morning after all

And the candy is serious. We get set

For the maintenance and care

Of personality. Twilight is labial, an arcade

For the expression of air. It’s always a joy

To crunch in the night in the snow

Of existence and feel the validity

Of Wednesday. Reverie is an horizon

Whose embroidery of energy and form
Mitigates a mosquito bite. The parabolic

Goldfish that passes back and forth in its bowl

Inhabits a gaze as primal as light. You can see it

In its eyes. The blithe ignorance of glass

And the listless momentum of the fish

In its gloom of gold. Is there a value here?

What is its price? Because the corollaries

Are so odd we can’t do anything but mull

The obvious in exhalations of ice