grated cheese

the day was some globe
of cheese
hopeful - it rose -
but hit silver that
grated it
screaming
in to a thousand splinters.
i cup the shreds,
hoping that warmth
could melt them
back to some
whole.

on call astronaut

emptiness
as i rotate
slowly without
gravity

a cavernous yawn
of black
lies
waiting to swallow
i can hear its
presence
like some great whale
waiting to
call
me
on
my
cell
phone

it's just me out here
watching the earth
set
and the cavernous
yawn
waiting to swallow

it's just me
trying to cope
with infinity by
contemplating
pop corn
and poetry i would
read if
not for this
suit

the stars don't blink out
here where i am
spinning
around a moon
in silence

anxiety now
as i drift

further
from clouds
and blue

there is no umbilical
cord

it's lonely out here
in space

under the bridge

halogen moons swing
a parabola, peaceful
above the twinkling
water. bono sings
meaning, laced by
the edge's ethereal
rainfall.

love -
i watch your eyelashes
sleep, softly,
your warmth
a quiet sun.
right now the universe
purrs,
content.