Earthbound Sattelites

Everyone's got themselves lit up
like a tiny star in the universe
Little earthbound satellites
Throbbing against the oxygen and gravity
Throbbing against reality
Take a peninsula like Florida
You could call it a pork chop
Or a microchip or a feather duster
Or a crooked finger searching
for the g-spot
Weather molecular or planetary
the patterns of invention
recur recur recur
in minutiae
Persian carpets
Spreading veins
Rashes and ashes
of electricity, lava flows
EKG's
Rust blossoms of chaotic volts