A sonic boom then
loop slow mo around everything
you left behind
a pile of Orwellian trash
rich in absurdity:
breast implants and miraculous still
ridges, water, desert
full of skittering things
A children’s magazine tries to answer questions about Mars:
“What will I eat?"
“How will I pee?”
Passengers watch one another for signs
of system failure.
On the outside we approximate symmetrical
two legs two arms two hands two feet
inside a delicate wet
"And what if it mutates?"
Evolution is roulette:
progressive, mostly fatal
a few lesser losses, some draws.
Breath held for
a soft landing
to a fresh
not enough summer
not enough snow.
grave errors previously unimagined
kaleidoscope them for Goldberg variations
of not quite the same mistakes,
A reef of old kitchenettes
new deranged knock knock jokes: