May 23, 2007

SWARM CONTEST

The lightning open door cow wolves laugh shattering tubas with lace. The sea slithers across deserts; a whistle rises and falls like a snow pony. Straws ejaculate iron discs; love runs into gravity in a swarm contest. Heavy feet ignite sandstorms. A blanket falls over the flowerbeds. Bells eat sound empty. Open mouths lurk where a sled track disappears. It gets quiet as a dust tunnel filled with old books.

1 comment:

spartacus mills said...

Excellent!