Worm Poker
by Lightning Rod
Posted to Poetry on 2003-06-20 17:48:00
Apocalypse eyepop vertibrae
Scalped recollection of doomed and repeated
Doomed and repeated the buildings have faces
They squint and grimace and look for a veil in the West
While the air weeps sandstone blades and speculators.
The worms play poker and wait.
Where do ideas come from?
Where do they go?
Could they move like the weather
Symptoms of barometric pressure and thrust?
Or spread like viruses or colds and
Rampage through the population,
Compelling epidemic infectious
Panic of concepts and opinions.
Where do they come from; where do they go?
Like radio signals broadcast over time and
Resistance copulation to reproduce madly
And blindly as humans racing for the idea.