"Stones Doomed to Bloom," "The World Is a Sandwich," and "Joy"

Stones Doomed to Bloom

Spiders and lizards run away from the walls.
Clouds say no to the loquacious Sun.
Times are hard in the world. Everywhere
there are beings who stone innocent
bystanders by talking apples.
Angels wrap themselves in the pages from
detective novels and fall asleep.

The World Is a Sandwich

Birds deform their beaks into
the shape of the stones they eat.
The world is not what you think,
it is their flimsy prison.
The sound of thunder is
a fake invitation to laughter.

Joy

Poisons are cheap and useless like telephone calls to Saturn.
Call your friends in the depths of the ocean instead, tell them how
dust likes to cling to boredom, despair, whatever.
How elevators get lost in the evening sky, in a place
where the roofs can’t beguile the birds and the clouds.
How trees and animals look for a better planet to cherish
their joy.