Saturday, July 5, 2014

Aliens Like Poetry

they like the way it rambles
underneath your window

one day at a time

a year ago, or many
he came to my apartment
trying vectors
in the frightened night

wandering, solo
windy days
by wind and energy
entropic means, meandering
why, tis the void!

he cried, with enmity
a record ending, endlessly
cracking, by the side

they stroll
across the waters

you do not know
she cried!

they stalk the streets like midnight
agape, unruined, garments fluttering
soon, he died

in chariots of heaviness
creaking by the wheel
and on, the road, it tries

carry over