I’m Sleeping on the moon

[Steve]

i'm sleeping on the moon;
dreaming of the earth cracking like an
egg.
from the gash--
morning glory slithering
out into space
with still-blue trumpet-mouths
releasing a brass-swine-squeal that
trips over its twinning stalks
and stumbles out of the universe.

stars dripping from its lips
as its junk-thin-arms reach
for the back of the moon
where my sleeping body
hangs
like bridge lights...
dreaming.