any worm will do in the end
Posted by Rich Magahiz Wed, 03 Aug 2011 17:16:00 GMT
the engines of peace, dark, silent skies
window, cracked –
the wood of a
Stradivarius
darknet uplinks: straps cross her shoulders
in flight
for his war crimes, the massless
murderer
a deep bow – my lunch with Little Boy
who built gravity?
was it a moon-child’s
night bloom?
the boons of predation, quatloos, yet
bombarding the tongue
call up
a hazelnut tank
trenches span the chapel then the gas
fingers
forming an Elder Sign
in silhouette
Mother Mischance call off your shrilldren
Gaia
will provide an appetizer
of AIDS
