FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

you like boxes
where your ideas
take shape
you like air
to be contained
in the shape of
a balloon
water in the shape
of a bottle

i have ideas as birds
flying in the air

as bullets hitting no
bird

but songs seducing
the moon

tempting the stars
to be meteors

again merely passing
by
to put in flames our

dry woods without the
fire of

wanton imaginations.