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Ron Androla |
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the theory of a falling moon the moon is the fifth moon four others came burning down creating ice-age after ice-age & now this temperate sanity with the solid fifth moon the one we stepped upon spoke from formed thoughts on & left cum-stained humanized. there are remnants of the four other moons deep under particular bedrock shell & sandstone we won't ever realize this mystery we'll watch the moon grow like a mushroom- headed giant swaying on a cosmic stem of neurons necking within the capacity for brains. cum splurts from an open lip, rolls out of its dark glandular bed & erupts like sledgehammered hives of honey that sweet that loud in the sunlight bees by the millions oh no snow when ann came home around 5 it was bad, white-outs, so windy, all you cld see were headlights when you get close to another car ann whipped off her black scarf that was 5 hours ago. she's asleep now, slurry from a little too much rolling rock a little too early too quickly drunk. she gulped, i napped, & the snow, yes, comes & goes, breaking up over the lake, huge cold-air mass rolling down from north canada, hanging here swirling patches of lake-effect snow & the wind, yes, drifts, our old maroon buick down in the parkinglot is half-snow half-car. news is saying half a foot overnight is to be expected. hhmmmm. i have guzzled 2 large mugs of coffee & it's 10 at night. i can take my pipe, look out the window all night alone oh ann might wake if she has to pee which is always possible it's been a long time we've stared out the window until dawn in a pre-dawn stone with snow pelting earth with an afghan of cotton fluff & feathers our heads are full of feathers & snow we've seen sea-gulls flying in the middle of snow-squalls weird weird very goddamn weird & i consider how ugly & vulgar a thing like terrorists poisoning snowfall. we prophetically imagine horrible scenes apocalpyse mayhem death & dis- order. we see jesus appear from the center of a rapidly- melting snow- man night is white light. the sky we wiggle our lives like upturned anemone toes jellied with sea-water flesh. deep underwater, in the dark, rarely seen. a lemon is sliced like a lady. crawdaddy backs off under a rock crawdaddy becomes the color of that rock. |