OFLUXO

Bursting, the inflated peace sign meets a blade of grass.
A pack of wild dogs gather in the parking lot and howl.
The magician lays his wand down and picks up a mechanical pencil.

Mystery is full. We are really here. At the gateway.
Preparing the ground (movements off stage), making room for it.
Here in the squinting, in the groping forth.

How come we haven’t seen a picture of a star yet?

Sun chaser
Midwest tripper
Holy son beyond the spectrum
Born of visitations
Flower shafts bent in moonlight
Portals left open

The lime sits in the ashtray
Cicadas acknowledge the air
Fortune is palpable, even likely

We’re banking on it, while seeing it through.
Holding stacks of cash, and some crushed up herbs.
“Villains of necessity, and Fools by heavenly compulsion”

My other car is a painting, and my other painting is wholly invisible.
Night is not the only mask covering eyes.
Beneath the face of order is a smaller, funnier face
Grinning.

How come we’ve never seen a picture of a star?