Transcription of Stargazing

By K. Jordan Snyder

born with the bullets and the bulls                                               a spoon of paint thinner and dandelion        

and the hand-painted god on the wall            dew rained through the car roof              on pound cake

and psilocybin                           we turned ten years of rolling stone into holstein confetti

breathing       spring fog under overpass         crushed sugar cubes on a spiral notebook                

before sound was as real as walls                 pierced ear with an ink pen listening         

to milk crates every morning             feeling fountains of light in suburban fields          

arrested on the banks of a waterfall      spilling     into the driveway to be picked        

by the finches and the jays and just say                 that every sun is a seed        

for the dirt to swallow        and exhale its hyacinths        to a ceiling 

of blue thunder                               the floor a garden’s cape          

growing tarragon          and swollen lilac            

the taste of peach flesh           and iron              

three beets in a jar falling to the floor         

this is about birds                    

a song about feathers                                          

and salt      that night 

a ram’s throat  

spit out a star

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K. Jordan Snyder lives in Cleveland, Ohio with his partner and four cats. His poetry has been featured in The Bastard's Review, The Westchester Review, SAND, and GASHER.