Black Bullet of Grace

Lo Ling; "Four Leaf Clover" -Badly Drawn Boy; 10:11am; rieber 523, desk; feeling: positive and bright.




For Paul
my beautiful, beautiful Beta fish




He's a black bullet
that cuts through the water clear like obsidian
Followed by ribbons of the most royal blue
and the red of merlot wine lasting in the trail he's marked
his entourage his own fins and tail
Finally coming to a rest stop
above the black black stones lining his land and
He stays suspended
claiming it as his own And then
He shoots up again, shining
in the water flashing then glittering his iridiscent appendages,
flickering back and forth as if maybe
he were my favorite star in the sky
burning the most furiously
the most ambitiously
the most brightly and now so up high-
And finally he comes to rest again
in between the two largest stones, as if
they were marking this king's throne
like Odysseus after the Odyssey
and no one can deny him this bowl as his sea
and this bullet of power and fury and grace
and this bullet full of beauty
he belongs to me