sometimes your surgery movements
taking with an eye on the television
your coffee mug simultaneously changing to C-Span
remind me of laughing the whole time
thinking “those gloves cover paws”
thinking how dignified your instruments
are involved as they are in my blood
even as it insults you
adding to injury
my pain is pluralized
no you are Godzilla I am nothing
to a plan so large it consumes
Tokyo
he went underwater then
with an emptypolice siren, all color no sound
to talk to the devil’s arrows
shot up from 20,000 leagues
they changed from red to blue in
a kingly bioluminescence
bystanders told him he was saved by flashing lights
coming from the depths of a dream
now he cuts loose children's balloons
one by one with bright clean scissors
they float high above our heads
you see them everywhere
their tails long, touching the ground
multicolored opalescent upstairs
with the jets bumping noses
good-natured before they open like jellies
and leave a faintly sweet
aftertaste but not of sugar exactly
