Flickering
stars of fireflies
In a cotton shirt pocket
a warm spring night hazy
with tree frogs coaxing each other
by frog-brain in sticky-tongued air-sacs
awakened for singing
mating's open mouths
catch one after another small stars
In a meeting of platitudes
know where the satyrs have gone
before meaning
meaning what they said
The goat-footed men who loved
the mad women who knew
nothing
but through wine and raw meat
When focusing
the sky as a robin's egg
a sleeping god's face is outrageous
in shrinking words
There was The House of Atreus
right off the road
and we went in
to have two or three beers
until someone sang out
I've eaten
two or three sons in my life
and I intend to eat a few more
Maybe even serve some
The fight began
Some people are never satisfied
to be thrown out in the night
Don't shake your head
When Venus is denied
she rattles the back stairs
smashing your face on each step
Much like the rocks
of the rock and roll solo
One instrument is as good as another
to push around
for the rest of your unfinished business However
be careful
Love can roll backwards crushing your skull
During a storm
Frogs can sing simply
for the joy of water
suddenly
a plague of barking dogs kissing air
begging honeyed bread
the pastry of hell
heaven hasn't the ingredients for
The frogs
shut their mouths at the closeness of fear
The strongest urge
moves one harmonica in the wind
It goes off alone
to cry in song
Remember me, remember me
Find communion in eating my tired stars