2012 Sunday #1

Atomic Sister


In the final moments of a cacophonous world,
the sister spreads her billowing wings
and smothers the panicked rumbling,

until the only sound is a prerecorded calm,
that voice of safety and authority repeating
its steady mantra of vigilance.

Who couldn't see the sister stumble down
the rickety stairs, her fear hidden
beneath a mask of rubber and glass?

The world saw and melted beneath
the hem of her flowing, leaden dress,
and crumpled into little piles

of bones and dust, a serene ghost
still upon those abstract faces,
and the voice of safety rumbled on unheard.

Sunday #30: The Last Part

part 1: "Love Song for the End of Summer"(rbannal)
 part 2: "Morning in Late September"(fragondruit)

part 3: "A New Sunset" (rbannal)
part 4: "Crash on M-131" (fragondruit)

part 5: "on being a raindrop" (rbannal)

part 6: "And We All Fall Down" (fragondruit)

 a colder wind


winter surprise
and the cars
skitter and slide
like beetles
across hot sand,

every raindrop
that falls
meets the new
breath of frost
and turn
into frozen
copies,

the umbrellas
that scuttle
into the corner
watch the snow
boots walk
out the door
with their untested
rubber
which reflects
the ground
as it approaches.

Sunday #29

corruption, hip


say dance,
    and they danced and swayed,
a permanent fixture
of the bar slime scene,

a hedgerow of faces
    cut to animalistic features.
say dance,
    and they danced and swayed,
wind exaggerated and the arms
    swing, intoxication

on an acceptable scale,
    a dance of hips
and arrow eyes, sharp points
with a sight for flesh,

a parade of possibilities,
circus of freak show rejects
playing the same game--
    say dance,

and they'll dance and sway,
    slip corruption until
the dance is a farce
    and the whole show's exposed.