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