flooding a paper mask

flooding a paper mask
with an anonymous face
is how you do it
foraging for inane stars
that bark at darkness
gumby in your heart
with all the pinwheels
spinning truant 
at arms-length
where all the best marigolds
tarnish the unmerry ones
with your actual
Life.

spoons
.
spoons and blindfolds
scooping visions from 
a blank canvas
the way you catch
a fish
with a crayon 
that drew a hook
with a limp wrist
and chopsticks
accosting word salad
and your actual
Life.

and forks.

forks in the road
dizzy with potholes and aspirin
as jubilant as another world
with the same name
you can’t recall.
the way a wish
has a book to read
after you're gone
and summer
unfolds from an 
unknown prayer
delirious

and whatnot.

for you.