ODE TO THE REMOTE CONTROL HELICOPTER SALESMAN AT THE CENTURY CITY MALL

His burden
weightless.
Futurist hawk master
in a revelation
of toy aviation,
the sensationless ascension
into the Uncreated Flame,
like a cinematic reverse
of the Titanic.

Leonardo DeCaprio
swimming toward the lens
to kiss you on the lips
while you shiver on a floating door
flying back now
to its naked hinge
in the bedroom.

A dandilion
or an orange butterfly
blooming out the eye hole
of a skull.

A wedding dress
hitting the bed while
the Brancusi
it has fallen from melts
into the diamond tomb
of a lion-claw tub.

Fifty billion golden
retrievers retrieving
the same stick.

Robbie Madison
jumping over a football field
on his dirt bike.

Umbrella of dynamited roses
from the dunk crux
of the John
Mccracken launch pad
into the illuminated darkness
of the unknown!

Those tiny lights
the bejeweled pharaoh
of physics,
in the camouflage
of stars, off
to save lives.