Like Ghosts In A Round River On Fire

Kelp in the spokes. like ghosts in a round river
giving chase to a long pause.
on fire.

and everyone knows that’s an ocean.
the curious get curious things.
but the web gets all the rest
and you blink
where You could be-
Seeing Things.

II

i have slept on the floor
and kept my gigawatts pleated
in the Dark. I have effectively funked
the Tornado i was born with
to keep typhoons at my breast
with all the vigor
of a slumbering
as broad as all  
Sundays
In a Hat.

And then this happened.