Ads for the Universe

Disconnected words dangle from wires
Ads for the universe personals
And for sale serpents wound cool and tight
The anaconda muscles of weight trainers
Limbs of leafless oaks the Ides of March near
Icicles stabbing the air take light

Disconnected desires orbit chase but never collide
Things I have dreamed of become real
Reality crashes to its knees and cries uncle
The air clears for a period before bloody sunset and stars

Returning from the billboard obliterated sky
Remind me that the heartbeat of your bare chest speeds
When we touch ephemeral perfect balance
Of the wheel in time we are guests
In the yellow grass as winter recedes
Time changes shadows’ longing later
Buds breaking electric yellow and pink