concealed dynamics powder fool proof glasses
and nose tan tucked in to the foldout
photofile, cut coffee sober,
more gray sky to follow
the next day knotted up
and woke up
poked around with wishbone double rubber helix
deathmasks on the bedside table,
shorted out phosphate intake
astronaut ice cream with silver traits
showing off his view of the beach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
explosive writing, analogies, images. I love astronaut ice cream.