Good eye, sniper—
There’s a capsule half-broken at my nostril
Bye bye, beautiful, I’ve got an appointment in the clouds.

For the rest of today, just forget me, unless you want a ballpoint
Tattoo on each arm proclaiming my sovereignty over your heart.

Greens are so vivid, pine needles dry and rust-enchanted
Can I run a
Million miles a second..
Let’s see.