blue skies poetry

Wolverine snowshuffles

slow on your track

guessing by geiger counter
How should he know

your doorway shines

on the thirty-fourth

	          floor

	            of

	     downtown

	      cowtown?
“Women Repaired, Recharged”

the signboard visible

to nine-dimensional woman
II

Your daughters cherish you:

as broken dolls,

we first took in the mountains

from your windows
A glass eye

             still

	 is

            fixed

        to follow

  down your track
and should said geiger counter

crackle crazy power
it is our nuclear spell,

an eyebeam of protection

unraveling the ears

of the wicked wolverine.