Time Filled My Pockets With The Glow Worms Of Momentum

1. The Sound Of A Teardrop Distilled Into Alien Ears  

the faultless sun  
sure shot us  
an indecipherable gaze  
that day  
 
we drifted to the  
atmosphere’s edge  
naked  
 
like an orchid blooming  
against the defunct metal  
of an orbiting satellite  
 
we were left stranded  
on the rooftop of the world  
 
where regret pools  
in wailing shadows  
 
yet  
together we formed Pterodactyl wings  
and flew away on thin sheets of skin,  
the prehistoric wind brimming  
with the fitful sleep of ancient matter  
 
2. Her Superior Genetic Architecture  
 
she  
a black-skirted spaceship  
hiding in the glare of the sun  
 
stepping lightly down  
from the clouds  
 
the brightness of her face  
swaying under the slow-churning skies  
 
beneath her  
doors creak open  
in anticipation  
 
the brightness of her face  
swaying under the slow-churning skies  
 
the world greedily swallows  
her rings of ambrosia  
in savory lumps  
 
leaving nothing  
for the scurrying insects below