News to You

You can't calm the wind
by gripping it
or lulling it with song--
no canticles of ecstasy
for the pantone loop of trees
budding venom
and swirling so--
a meyer lemon tree
in a green pot
on a balcony above
the BQE is no cure
for the stink of sulfur--
what can cure
the sky of planes?
kinking crystal
thick and resinous?
you can't fuck an angel so
call the angels--
ask them
what they'd do--
and what they'll do
when they get here
will be news to you.