The celestial cloak of the new moon
expands to extinguish the fire
sparked by a wild son.

A swath of glitter twinkles around mars.

Within a blue whale
the laughter of coyotes
spill
as if from a green bottle
to hit the red dirt
and bubble like peroxide.

All these lacerations
and gouges
man has etched into the earth
like a drunk termite, carving a totem pole
create
more barbeque pits
for politicians
to wax poetic
for hitlers’ soap.

So… what are you more thankful for,
flowers or bees?

During these times of crisis and world famine
the one fruit I would choose
are those apple cheeks
balancing buoyantly
on both corners
of a smile
that makes the leaning tower of pisa
finally get some sleep.