Smoke gets in my eyes,
my fifteen eyes.
Glass insulation smolders.
Pink
tongues get stuck on it.
Charred cotton candy.
Did I do that?
Palm tree shorn of its head.
Cathedral ceilings, opened up
to the stars, to the stark.
What did they worship in
there?
The overhead fans?
The bolsters? The naked
bedspread?
I spy.
They cried O God to the pillows.
Now ripped and fluttering,
angel feathers.
These hover, slower than me.
See raw finger paint. Red.
Wet still crawling.
Must have missed something.
Better home in again.
Do some stuttering.
Attapat. Attatat. Attasis.
Attaboom.
Accurate this time. Rah.
Anything saved equals
failure.
Was I bad?
Teardrops fall and fall.
The rain shower's broken.
2 comments:
a supremely hair-raising piece...
-razul
amen to that...
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