Apocalips

Render a day from its facts.
Squeeze the wet towel of Tuesday,
and let fall
the movie you expect
in stills
to the ground.
Get nicely perplexed!?!?
Unembrace your own death.
Give feet to dreams.
Let your tastebuds win.
See what you thought you saw.
Take time to velocity.
Find your poles, and spin.
History? Uninvent.
Not so much flesh as rays.
Not so much you,
not so much us,
more like verbs,
so nouns fly off
in startled birds.
Meet me there,
far, far,
unpinned from the flag-
stabbed map
of who we are,
traitorous stuff of stars,
and maybe start anew.
Turn my brown shoes blue.
Comb my hair into a screech.
Kiss tomatoes off divine.