Armored blimps circling
while villains build home aquariums:
Know that when everything
is spider-cracked,
when car washes and
gas stations and banks
oversaturate suburbia,
no tablemaking demonstration
can save me. I light
a candle just to dip
my finger in the wax.
Envision my hesitation
as an oil rig. Snowbroth.
A lot of pennies
scattered on a bar crawl,
calling me to a newfound
sobriety, a tear in
the starscape I can finally
slip my hand through
to touch a blue-hot sun
ready to melt into a soup.
— KG NEWMAN
KG Newman is a sportswriter for The Denver Post. His first five poetry collections are available on Amazon. The Arizona State University alum is on Twitter @KyleNewmanDP and more info and writing can be found at kgnewman.com. He lives in Hidden Village, Colorado, with his wife and three kids.