submerged teeth Mickey "The Flying Busman" Mahan tonight a comet brightened the black sky a luminous streak of exploding light steering among stars a celestial Marco Polo fearlessly sailing its fate through the galaxy unconcerned with opinions of eyes or telescopes laughing at the nomenclature used to nail it down one blink and it’s gone sailing now behind his closed wrinkled eyelids through a deeper space more mysterious than sky cushioned in the infallible security of bedpillows illuminating every tear still floating his soul lips he never kissed soak his face with affection hands he never held rub knots out of his back eyes he never looked into open on the pillow beside him
26 | Perception
