whoosh

by ellipsis

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-04-24 14:56:00

Parent message is 435204
when i’m counting rockets
the beliefs of such i swore
would never come to this
for the naked bubbles ranked
near the top when they were down
fumbling for their cigarettes

listen! what?
those fingers over there
i thought they slid up flagpoles
at the midnight hour rushed
licking minutes hands ears
listening to a rubber sound
tumbling down the catwalk dinner table
set for half of three

and did you stop to think?
perhaps it’s just a dream
spitting nightmares at the troupe
crowded round the bastille
of golden baked arches
frozen in the corner

not on my dime
the necromancer shrieked
dropping buttons pushed
pulled
annoyed to the past point of intersection
squared off in the center
little circles elliptic crossed
like a beefheart steak trampled
of a neither taken flight