2009 (ode to never having the answer)

an apple
when sliced
and we are bleeding
the ambulance is far away
and will not arrive

so i look at the slices
of apples which in all of creation
are perfect
hard flesh, black
seeds

so, i wrap them up in tinfoil
and gunpowder with a
homemade fuse
"light fuse and get away"
always made me laugh in
the heat of summer alleys
but its for real with these
seeds. i light fuse
and get away

i know my physics, engineering is
all bad
it'll never make it out of the
atmosphere but the shiny package
of life will make it high above, there
to be caught in some continental jet
stream

someday depositing, gently,
the seeds

i don't know what's with the tinfoil
i guess it's all i had in my pocket
during those dark hours
it won't get in the way
nothing does