Friday, January 15, 2010

greasy sculls

Auroral sub storms
decipher a jading look
mold off watery sphere's
core it’s
out of action

prominence of
heliospheres
ionospheres

will not avert
the slave’s filament
ripping the bloody nucleus
of hushed bodies

welcome to the geosynchronous
judgments keep
forgotten urns on
muddy ground

do not linger with
them
elliptical sub storms
took their accord
eons ago

No,
bend your ear to the ground
among greasy cold
sculls
you will hear
harmonies
curved
strangely

shaped hilarity

8 comments:

Jenny said...

Neat stuff, PO! I enjoy the dense and concise nature of this one.

Jukka said...
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Jukka said...

like this very much thank you

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Megan said...

just read this out a few times... sounds brilliant aloud.

Ande said...

I always get this surge for more when reading your poems. Have you been published somehwere else?

PO Johnson said...

Jenny, I always try.

Jukka, Thanks.

Megan, I meant it to be read aloud.

Anders, No, I have written for myself many years, but never dared to send anything to some magazine. I'm such a chicken.

Akeith Walters said...

Another well done. You should attempt to publish.

PO Johnson said...

Thank you, Akeith. You are too kind.