which way to the airfield?tell me can I get there from here?
I’m travelling last class
to Betelgeuse, Deneb, Altair
and points beyond
learn to live without, learn to live withinhep, the motto of the cosmic traveller
sleep tight between the spirit and the skin
make your home the horizon
I’m disappearingtell me can I get there from here?
I’m ditching my high time,
my single space, and my androsphere
and I’m moving on
nothing to recall, nothing to declarehep, the visa of the cosmic traveller
thanks for choosing Labyrinthine Air
we kiss your abyss any new where
we’re six-shooting starlingswe’re blonde, blue-eyed crows
junkyard swans caked with mud
we can’t talkif you hold me down
white, prairie petrelswe’re larks lost at sea
brownbirds of paradise
the word iswhen birds die
they fall to the ground
Did you sleep well?The kitchen’s closed,
I don’t cook for bed lugs.
It’s cold. You’ll have to
make some yourself.