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Thompson George Feb 2014
I

When the world freezes over,
The soft glow of the computer screens will leak against a sky-black universe
When everything goes on without us,
Stop-lights and streetlamps will light the way
For all the people who don’t look there
The beast in the pit
When the stores will always be empty,
Vegas will ****** no one with her lights,
A blinding light

II

Green-glow and blue-shine will cry out
From their boxes in vain, to
The glowing black-blue swirl of
Cosmic magnificence!
Humanity’s ancient projections will whimper and beg
The interstellar paradise ingentis so unexplored
For desperate affection and faces,
        drooling.

III

When the bottom falls off…
When the bell tolls for thee…
When the plug comes out from the wall….
You will not look,
You will stare.
Eyelids - hanging like abandoned bridges
Skin - blue with the afterglow still clinging to what it caught.
Sweating through your bottom
Until you expire, and – then, we will cower away from the great
For thine…

IV

et misurent pulverem super capita sua et clamaverant flentes et lugantes dicentes vae vae civitas magna in qua divites facti sunt omnes qui habent naves in mari de pretiis eius quoniam una hora desolata est

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Lori Jean Feb 2011
Your words bang hard against the unwritten Wind,
Uncontrolled souls explode; destroying others within
Una voce.  With one voice.

Searching frantically, identity lost in the Air
Your tongue slaps the stranger; now all gather there
Vinculum unitatis.  The bond of unity.

In anger the Angel spits streams of Fire
She swings at the world; opportunity tires
Status quo ante bellum.   State before the war.  

Unbridled words; foundations lay Earth
Reasoning lost.  The war is now birthed.
Vae victis!  *Woe to the conquered!
Copyright Lori Jean Vance 02/10/2011
She liked Frito Lay & José Olé. She possessed lovely vaginae, vul-
vae, mammae & areolae. She smoked Mary Jane hay. She survived
on my love for a couple 3 days, as it was never more than 38% gay.
She liked Frito Lay & José Olé. She possessed lovely vaginae, vul-
vae, mammae & areolae. She smoked Mary Jane hay. She survived
on my love for a couple 3 days, as it was never more than 38% gay.
She liked Frito Lay & José Olé. She possessed lovely vaginae, vul-
vae, mammae & areolae. She smoked Mary Jane hay. She survived
on my love for a couple 3 days, as it was never more than 38% gay.

— The End —