Bon Voyage by Jay Passer

puppet heads, cellular phones,
bathtub legs,
serenades,
who ran with the last of the money and who got
shot:
you can punch
in the numbers like a chemist
or pilot a thousand Enola Gays,
gain light speed till the body ejects the brain
and yet
nobody knows for
certain
amidst a tortuous galaxy of diamond-eyed slatterns
the pecking order of the stars.

what’s at stake is the prisoner reborn,
green rimming neon light captured along the meridian,
tree-lined streets, aerated shopping-clouds
to host a rent in the earth
catastrophic,
cinema noir’s
most victorious hour,
elegance bruised with strychnine heat:
the way
wings inside the body
lend voice to the hidden symbology of dreams.

you can punch
the living daylights out of the heavyweight
champ
or dare risk telepathy with dragonflies:
all certainty reserved
for ether and bones.

Jay Passer's work has appeared online and in print since 1988. He lives and works in San Francisco, the city of his birth. His latest chap, Flower Omelette, co-authored with Misti Rainwater-Lites, is available from Lulu.

Jay Passer’s work has appeared online and in print since 1988. He lives and works in San Francisco, the city of his birth. His latest chap, Flower Omelette, co-authored with Misti Rainwater-Lites, is available from Lulu.

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