white bowling ball in flames
black smoke column torquing
into gorge, throwing shadows
against shorn concave faces.
yes, cliff panels
the shape of blood cells
the total of whom beheld your trip,
another career into molten Mthyuh.
they'll keep lining you up with the novitiates
and foreigners at the back of the bread line:
ginger sadhu taking a stand-up nap
propped by other naked sleeping men.
"Short for Illinois"
2 days ago