the spoils

Tornado eyes, a sunken cone,
electric counter-clockwise swirl;
righty tighty stay put killer eyes.
I pull your hair from behind,
wet sweat brown, just brown,

and grasp the socket and
rocket your eyes like a slingshot,
to whirl a city seven miles off,
to drill, to strike, to drill.


:


It is a myth
that Paul Levy
fell from the roof
of the Main Drug Mart
on College street.
What happened was:
he flew.