Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Duane Vorhees writes


and then,
blue-blade sky nicks cloud balloon --
Utopia’s face undams,
the electric noisebands jam.
Every horizon quilled by harpoons.

Reinforcement waves charge down,
advancing their comrades’ ground.
Then fickle DJ changes the tune;
Rainbow’s regiment routs Rain’s.

Beach explodes like a sun mine.
Paradise by sails again festooned.
And the night aloud with stars
as sparklers alight in tar.

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