Apocalypse Sky
September 29, 2010
The bloated moon parachutes low
—reddened vibrance
hurling huge towards treetops
like a meteor from Mars’ angry palm
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
The bloated moon parachutes low
—reddened vibrance
hurling huge towards treetops
like a meteor from Mars’ angry palm
beighartman
captainwinklestein
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
ladydarnell
philip santos
rcribay
Roger Mugs
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
tynedaile