Coming Soon

You might be thinking of me
riding a cruddy pony
or lifting up the filthy sky just enough
to slip into the morning
so I can find my way
back to bed or Baltic Street.
What's with all the older methods
of desire which have nothing
to do with retaining the rights
to reproduce even a rough-hewn
mugshot of a bore? I am causing
this cycle of woe to recede
just enough to see something
big and sweet and creamed and
perhaps even good for us-
like maybe an airplane
full of marshmallows
which is just total bullshit
and has nothing to do
with my life as you know it.