ALL THE big fat birds swoop
into the specter of newscast past.
The end is a burst of COLOR—
Gods, dragons, free lunches—
these are like the eyeful of sky
I rarely catch but often try
to imagine, like starting a fire
with a spoon and a rock.
the sea no salvation
the umbrella no understanding
the restroom no respite
Gosh, it's bright outside.
(Originally posted on Rhetorical Vomit.)
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