NIRVANA
Lost angel
crashing
to earth, perennial
bulb of fire, man
eating lion head—bloodied
blossom billow,
billow your thistles
in the wind—
shadow blossom, bloom
balloon, paint petals
of flesh as wide as streets, blackened
paint of ashes
from my obliterated body
as smooth as suede painted
on the wings of stone
and cobbled sidewalks of cities.
Every body,
this body sways,
unfurling in warm wind—
your bulbous body
like millions of petals
aflame sparkle
in my dying eyes.