FISTFUL OF ALIENS

FISTFUL OF ALIENS

for Ken Price

Opened, sprinkled, twirl of seeds on a’a or pahoehoe.
Breaking news: nature’s prayer beads on a’a or pahoehoe.

Jazz funeral for nothingness, busty microbes sway and march
out of heaving sea. Godspeed on a’a or pahoehoe.

A hovering Higgs boson. Guava, fig, lichee, kiwi.
Now pigeon-toed tumbleweed on a’a or pahoehoe.

Wrath of buttercup. Vengeance of pansy. Even blooming
idiots grow the stampede on a’a or pahoehoe.

Trying hard not to anticipate a red Pontiac
Catalina, roots succeed on a’a or pahoehoe.

Seaweed, stickseed. Cosmic slackers verb nouns into being.
Water and sun interbreed on a’a or pahoehoe.

Succulent space ships cubbied in kingdom, division, class,
order, family: life agreed on a’a or pahoehoe.

Lacy stigma, lush style and ovary, the pistil whips
off her lingerie, knock-kneed, on a’a or pahoehoe.

Rains spur radicle culture. Tender spikes fence the gloaming.
A paradise to misread on a’a or pahoehoe.

This grueling gazillion day’d dawn, a prepaid upgrade, but—
not even a millipede on a’a or pahoehoe.

FISTFUL OF ALIENS