Feeling Free

If I could,
Jeremiah,
I would hang from your name
carved in aluminum blocks.
Arms in O's
Legs like L's,
in vertical swings
like tuning bells.

Inverted lips,
like blanched peonies,
and a hat on my head
of mashed newspapers -
That once held articles
of Kennedy's assassin,
Obama's Nobel prize,
and the death
of David Kirby.