chicago

1/26/06

funny how lately on every approach
all that surrounds me
seems a perfect buoyant decoy, splendid
and floaty on the surface but really just
dull and hollow and lead-heavy, like the sound
a body makes when tossed
from a country bridge
atop the earth
after everything goes so
terribly
wrong

after I shut
my eyes

after all this
falls
down
in a puff of smoke and shaking frame
to the ground