There is no stopping. There is only the razor-sharp air piercing the tepid water. The land doth swell, the wind doth scream. Magma pours from the earth with an indivisible purpose, above half-baked bomb shelters with a year's supply of baked beans. Sit and warm yourself by the embers of stained magazines before the great metal jaws slam shut. My ( Read more... )

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Me! And now, some words.

Sit
Child below the wall
Dust in its lungs
Water on face
Nails collecting skin

Brick is warm
Harshly friendly squares
Corners lust to be close
Together they are gone

Mortar has smoothed
What lies there silent
Child is disappear
Gusts crash to the wall
There will be no end

Spew
head of meat
flesh of bone
eye of air
mouth has shown
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Burlesque
trees,
Romanesque
lightning,
interspersing
deep crevices
in dark granite
in scarlet skin.
Earth shudders,
covered in
archaic arachnids
but saved by
raking inferno
not touching
the azure waters.
There rests
the caveman's ship.

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