Cherubs! Cherubs reaching from aluminum clouds
to stab the hearts out of lover's--kings and queens of too much is enough--minds.
Bold martyrs dying as abolitionists
to an illiterate pop-fractal-culture
weeping about zealous posters of apathetic narratives.
The infinite wilderness of glaciers calling the fading background
of planet Earth--steamboat particles in reverse
suckling till the chimes of apocalypse come.
we are slaves beyond truth and defiance
Sneakers hit confident roads with black widow nests in gutters
--the sun is a word,
she says it is a culture.
--The dark is a force,
she says it is a child.
*realistic tendencies are as hollow
as romantic ones*
She laughs and I laugh
pity is polio
too sick to bend and
too accustomed to power