Sunday, November 22, 2009


I fall out again,
he calls me
bag of dicks.
Inside a wrong sector;
I've been dry so long,
Captain laughs at me
before kicking.
Rambling man;
I only see his boot when
"getting cycled".

As I lay there
I dream about
honey dripper
and spoonful.
My leg bleeds;
don't care
for now.

A dog barks in my face,
not surprised
since he spends too much
time as a
red-light ranger.

Oh my, queer Jack,
drape me in
shrouds of heliospheric
current sheets.


Francis Scudellari said...

A powerful piece... and a great closing stanza.

Jenny said...

"drape me in
shrouds of heliospheric
current sheets"

gee, awesome lines!

Akeith Walters said...

Great writing.