floating skull

floating skull

you've finally broken free

but can no longer turn your head

you call it surrender

this black mist is survivable

and not only because you're

dead, floating skull

there is a breeze

no one excepting a mother 

recognizes you without 

skin, a body, wisecracks

but i see you there

by Missy

slug shaped ship

 

house fire

 

brass mirrors ferns marble

for fifteen years i dissociated into a blog

it had to be worse than just going wrong

for me to see what's been all along

i realize now i could not fictionalize

these organic singularities i now prize

i say what happened and don't apologize

two silly boys making funny poses 

every noon they sleep on roses

snoring gently through their noses

too young to recall the destruction

the chaos and societal obliteration 

after the Crash of the K-5000

Salso Flamble