Danger Falling Debris
Howie Good


The trees stretch to obtain a better view, their leaves like yellow eyes bruised from too much staring.


Lie back most of the way, a position the men's magazine calls "Lying in a Dentist Chair," & my heart, though under regular surveillance, will squirt out of my chest like illegal blue running lights & the flights of spaceships, & also a quaint kingless kingdom defended by bees.