by imps pricked all over withal
Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 02 Aug 2011 15:09:00 GMT
on the strand: disembodied hands, clasped
glasslike acrylic
a screen over
the plague wing
Ruth’s unwell, the infinitum bug
Eggpate Isle
skull-plates shift
the dragon’s tail doth lash
the sangraal dims… Navy SEALs suit up
his wraps unraveled
Imhotep forgets
to tip
freed of their burdens the thralls turn east
her head shaved bald
better to hear
neutrino speech
in the frost – the captives’ scratched-out pleas
to sit
with grandkids:
A Child’s Garden of Gunplay
