HE MAN IN THE SUN
Bathe your hand in the sun
Drink a bloodbath of light
Melt your tattooed skin
Get close to the man in the sun
Who smiles at you
With his brilliant
Forty-nine teeth
THE BALLAD OF FINN MCCOOL
The sun sits in my bowels
Illuminating my hovel
The moon is at my elbow
Saturn in my teeth
My feet calcify solid
I file a rusted toe
and spit on bashed iron
Yet my heart, pure magma
Is far away from here
And it bubbles in a cave
Deep underground
Well, Mr. Universe - happy birthday to you and all your constellations!
And many more poems to come.