saturn was in the atmosphere
it was a spinning marble moving along and
down the wine and liquor store steps

trains in tunnels

legs in tangled webs

maddening crowds firing pistols into the shell shocked air

gases from the depths of space
peeling the faces off of
eels pigeons men women children
viruses bacteria atoms particles
magazines tapes and articles

stripped of their skin
left smiling with grins
as they saw
the white lights

under seige with shards whizzing
by their darkened shadowy hoods
that there boy
and gangsta bones
doing what they know
diffusing across empty stairwells buildings
once whole now cut in two
graffiti their names
running from the law
for finishing up the yayo game
with the moon burning behind them
a bug blinking in the dark
buzzin in slow motion then in reverse and back again

his steel shining, his gloc in his hand
the boy felt his bones glow through his dirty blue Jeans
his fingers erupting a sun's gaseous surface

he is at his moment
the defining moment