Twenty-first Century Best Boy."
I'm the hero and I'm the stiff-legged lamb,
swallow tails cutting over me like paper flames.
Radiant boy-- bring me a green bottle cloud chamber,
particles to string the future, and the future's vapor wake.
This is a story for living, a good one.
Insects draped across doorways.
Well, his engine ticks, ticks, and I play the century
in as chiaroscuro.
Bearable sun on my left.
Body electric, he mouths then.
Abacus beads, quicksilver on wire.
Odd how he moves, traceless, now erased.
Eye in the hallway, eye in the graphite street.