Ads for the Universe

Disconnected words dangle from wires

Ads for the universe personals

And for sale serpents wound cool and tight

The anaconda muscles of weight trainers

Limbs of leafless oaks the Ides of March near

Icicles stabbing the air take light

Disconnected desires orbit chase but never collide

Things I have dreamed of become real

Reality crashes to its knees and cries uncle

The air clears for a period before bloody sunset and stars

Returning from the billboard obliterated sky

Remind me that the heartbeat of your bare chest speeds

When we touch ephemeral perfect balance

Of the wheel in time we are guests

In the yellow grass as winter recedes

Time changes shadows’ longing later

Buds breaking electric yellow and pink