Out-battled by a bottle rocket for the space
inside the subterranean planetarium (such high
ceilings for my self-taught limitations: ground-
breaking). Secondhand sober. As if afraid. A
galaxy. All of my multiple. Pieces,
these, pieced together like a duct-taped bar stool
launch pad. Arabesque. On the rocks, like extra-

terrestrial ooze after a crash. When the telescope
goes out of focus, T-minus another

tip to the tender: To land is as much a triumph
as liftoff, but it shouldn’t take a NASA scientist

to devise a way to bring my plans to put this atmos-
phere of insecurity on indefinite hold to fruition.

A galactic arabesque, this spiral toward burial—


Paul Siegell is the author of the forthcoming Take Out Delivery (Spuyten Duyvil Press, 2018), as well as wild life rifle fire, jambandbootleg and Poemergency Room. He is a senior editor at Painted Bride Quarterly and has contributed to American Poetry Review, Black Warrior Review, Rattle, and many other fine journals. Kindly find more of his work - and concrete poetry t-shirts - at ReVeLeR @ eYeLeVeL ( and @paulsiegell.