Up in the skies today, channels grow deep and countrysides with wheat too,
Coal-splattered bare tree bones, golden-shocked corn stalk shells
dotted with knolls, wells and a cold front,
Little coves and bays, intricate peninsulas deep in a cave of water, a water cave,
Continental drifts pulling strings of hotglass islands apart,
Gargoyle pyramid mass mounds enshrining carved faces of oracles and kings,
Fields of inland seas, rolling oyster patch, corroded granite citadels unveiled slowly
until they too become a curtain,
A hundred geysers in every far-off corner spouting pure tornadoes of foam,
the yawning suction of a haunted empty banquet hall next to the neon parties constantly,
a red desert dust storm, the towering volcano of the cyclone sun, the wet pearl of a Mayflower Algonquin forest, a lasting impression, a mural made real, an idea about tractor beams,
Some unnamed religion sweetthroating it out everywhich side, storybook Noah doves,
a white matter rock split open and gaping, on open book, a cherished____________,
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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