over the dark bay

 

I got high, looked to the sky, saw my mother cry and the sun refused to shine.

 

The skies turned black and it began to snow.

 

I made love to a girl named Orion.

 

When I looked into her eyes I saw stars shining.

 

I kissed her shin and she grinned.

 

Tears rolled off her face and moistened her breasts.

 

I closed my eyes.

 

I saw children smiling, flying high above the clouds, chasing rainbows,

dancing on the moon.

 

They whispered my name, offered me sweet rain and chocolate stars

which are by far my favorite indulgence.

 

They took me by the hand, sprinkling me with dust from the land.

 

I was drowsy but I could stand.

 

The children formed a circle around me and began to sing:

 

“A bird's wing in a sling never feeling a thing  as long as it's worshipping.”

 

I watched the moon; it looked like a Botox-smile in the sky.

 

I asked them why, they just sighed. They were busy feeling dizzy  and thirsting for more; one eye on the door, the other on the score.

 

I was floating through space watching my face glancing at a foreign place.

Images flashing across the sky: Colored balloons, a mile-long parade, apples in the shade, frowning clowns, deserted towns, pretty women singing soft songs, blowing kisses to passersby and Orion, my love, waving goodbye

to her high-flying guy.