Into immutable green, the invasion had just begun.
A comparison of stars in my lap left unopened like
The bag of leftover GORP still in my glove compartment.
The flight of geese in their aerodynamic V
Went leaderless as the next one took the point.
Everywhere snowballs left trails that dusted
The space between me and their target.
Anecdotally speaking, the mission to Mars
Was an awful success, even in its failures.
The mint-cherry ice-cream bars spread through
The office like sparks up a wet chimney.
Is the difference between gyroscopes an eclipse,
Tautology, marginal or an unrequitable obsession?
"Transformed" has eaten all the words that rhyme
With it. Even the mayflies nod their agreement.
A thing of beauty is obsession. That's the phrase
My playmates use to excuse their transformations.
After work I might rush home in the space
Between two radio stations playing the same song.
If the parking ramp lamps turn on before I leave
My parking spot, it will take much longer to get home tonight
I have unfinished poems too, although I have not
Met them yet, trying to escape Earth's gravity.