no microscopes

if i were to be the one when glass was breaking
(like it was a few years ago, when i was talking about dolphins
(fuck the dolphins, fuck the eagles))
i would be out there, fifty times
and then i'd shoot my gun into the air
there would be bullets and they would fall after being shot

and there would be streams of something else
and all things growing red and leaking
and some greek god would take note
the greek god would say something, think something
and the greek god would somehow lift me up
maybe not in a specific sense
but maybe take me out somewhere and talk about my red eyes
the greek god would sit me down and look at me

maybe something about lava, or eyes, or hair
maybe a brief moment of nothing but staring


this is all a parallel to how we won the war


this is a large page in a large book. oh, we talk about it
we talk about how there are other people looking and talking and publishing
and we talk about how we are sitting, scripted, it feels

they tell me they love me and make vague references to their faces
the greek god coddles me (it means two things:
cuddle indulgently or to put in water just below boiling point)
and i give the greek god a can of colt 45