against type

Jupiter on my doorstep
Fumbling moons into a basket I left on the stoop
With a cinderblock xray 
Wrestling a shadow
From an icebox. 
Stolen kisses, given back to the iris of love’s
Invention.
Deep in my oldest oblivions…
A thing where gigawatts 
Whatnot and scamper in tune with unhinged happenings 
Happening again,but This
Time for Real
Again.