Stanford Cheung

DEATH STAR SHOOTS ITS PISTOL DOWN TO EARTH

Vertigo down in twilight
   Eden fugue     comet siblings
     And the sons of Virgo’s spine     maybe a
river    Chimes transit I
           call dream or wake its
   crescent vase
And the red gas stove
  Circa window
      orchard sibilation    
lanterns peck at 
                    From the sky       
                                  You’re holding onto me
O Ra
     and a pool of
                                    Zzz  . . .
                                                   Zzz