Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Hooky Alibi

Clouds carry flat grey underbellies
across green volcanic wet
over to large drugged cruise ships
move dream cargo through what could be
heaven to some to others an idea
round and round until pitch dark
until a white neon orb blinks
secret light everybody can finally see
only it is a little dim a little uneven
shore rocky black sharp with cliffs
molten earth blood manufacturing
what tiny cameras can't quite catch.

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