Men and Women

I could crack binary codes.

With the right kind of paper
I might even be able to bring my baby to the moon.
Swing her around and show her what it’s all about.

We could talk about the comets.

Blue cars with engines
and firefighters,

bright red as the sunshine from earth.

Call it what you will and I will throw rock shamans

into the sparkle
as these awful pink glory days of hypnotic cathedral bashing
go flying by.