The Rattler of My Soul

“A wake,” you said,
and in the middle
of the hustle and bustle
I stood at a-ttention---
entranced by your gospel.
Your cosmic trance
pulled me out of
the juggernaut,
and I returned to Saturn---
where · logic · has · expired · milk.

With you I peel surfaces
off the universe,
and listen to the airwaves
of the unknown.

But the sound of madness
spewing on the floor
is mesmerizing.

When you knock me off cloud nine,
I get a temperature
over one hundred,
and my heart
pounds my soul.
And the rings start fading
and I lose Saturn.
And I’m back
pushing along,
lightyears away,
waiting
for my ship.