Quiet Margaritaville

They are right
about highwires
and marshmallows.
They disappear
in your throat
when you look up.

The dead are tired
of helicopters dancing
along the outskirts
of heaven.
God let the volcano
kaboom, so he could
get a nap, so he could
hear himself think
for a damn minute.

I empathize
with the bowl of beans
exploding in the micro.

They are right
about highwires
being nonexistent
in Margaritaville.
I think I will live there.

Hat and Heart

We are stamping the no, no no
into our heart, heart, heart.

but today air clears through clatter
but today death is just another hat
we try on.

Makeup Superheroes

So, my face melts its youth
and if a gutter were near
I'd throw in this black heart smear.

Dear rouge you keep me sane,
Dear rouge,
you are falling
from a highwire.

Ground comes rushing
crash, boom, bang.
Superheroes, pencil me in.