The temperature of the planet‘s atmosphere is a scorching 1,000C, and it rains glass, sideways, in howling 7,000km-per-hour winds.
It rained.
Hot, searing transparencies
Welded too soon to our
Lovely dying skin
The howling thunder
Clapped, ignored, derided
Wreaked its vengeance
Each moment anew,
Anew, anew,
Until agony seemed a respite
Our muzzled minds could only bark
Why didn’t we…
Sometimes, meaning just gets in the way.
All along the blew swimple divvy
and wazy craffle sway
Only ravid crimples dunkle
from anzid pace away
Orfy wamp and wackie
I canna say no more
If only skewels lanched
From boor to stinking boor
But all alas and lacky
Too late to twunk aday
I meselfie ardin
Onely poinent fray!
In leaps dawn
Like impetuous whimsey
All dressed in fiery red
Eyes burning with mad ambition
A pox on sleep!
The fawning dead
Drifting endlessly into
Oblivion
Not for us!
Up like buttercups
Like spiky woven thistles
Up toward the solar apogee
Until finally, inevitably,
The long graceless glide
Begins again
In slips dusk
All dusky
I went down to the beach in sworls
Longing for sun-bound benediction,
The binding waves’ delight
I went down to the beach in fancy,
The souls of a billion stars
Shone in the sand-blown wind
I went down to the beach in breathless,
Red-green ancient charts
New sprung each forgotten day
I lost my footprints
Without a glance
Once upon a dreaming green
By the ocean’s clapping heart
Swayed full with thunder wonder
I saw the river flowing
Change course, dry up
Make islands, golden dreams
Drain fields, ambitions
Unmitigated, oblivious
Winging onward
Like crabgrass, Like dirt
Unbounded
Like winds unhinged
No rhythm so replete as days
Each different, all unchanging
Grief and joy alike
Turn to dross, cheap decoration
You, agent of emptiness, why
This running choice, this still
Cunning, this rumination
Of not ending, not beginning?
I read the universe arose from nothing,
So gone, so not
I try to keep it from slipping shut,
A splendid churl, eyes blinking
exiles child 