Happy

The telescope made love with the atmosphere
and I walked around
with constellations bleeding in my strobe vision.

The fireworks show was delaying traffic on
the freeway,
because they couldn't get enough of you,
and I couldn’t either.

Your paintbrush was like
stars dripping out of organ pipes,
God feathers
sliding down my lower belly

A thousand inappropriate remarks at the conference
made wrong merely because of context,
but I saw them perfect and honest.

You were rolling a volcano cactus
across the M that my legs made...
you made an M just like my name.
That cactus was about to erupt
in the best way possible;
the dams were going to break
returning the borrowed water
back to the canyon.

"BZZZZ",
the lamp
"BZZZZEZ, I SAID"
the streetlight looked like heaven,
and it sounded like it too.

I became a little bit fearful,
as fearful as looking at heaven can be,
but was still fuzzy and inexplicably joyful.

I hurriedly tried to get inside
and into my room
before I underwent judgment,
before the cold or another dimension ate me up

I was in my element,
right at home,
watchamacallit? oh yeah, "comfy,"
as one says.

We shared a meteor brain
when all that was left
were some boring memories of earth.
Yes dear, I was quite happy
living in your sky castle.