3-06-2009 Mr. Clenchyfists and Helium Head

The I -  me – arching ε – the archery
Zeno’s arrow and elbow drawn to go
wherever never afterglowing she
wanted me wanting her to know, “Tiptoe

slow past the god-father figure it out
for yourself-righteous indignation.” Wide
eyed, Mister Hideandseekanddestroy spouts
smoke signalled shouts from moustachebristlingpride

of lionsmane. Horizons strain the star
acrossted love entangled in a brain
unangled by the harhar manglescars
so far so goodygoodygumdropped plane-

same as the monkeystones we fit to be
to gather up an arch He thought was me.