oh god she’s dancing barefoot again
on the broken glass, cutting feet and
leave bloodied footprints in her dazzling
sparkling turquoise dance-dream pattern of
wounded tulle
her luminous auroras weave for our
benefit, to warn of amphetamine chimeras
wait in the frigid waters to defile the
incorruptible, tease warmth into cold
to bend light
pushing daisies was all the rage before
they are all cut and placed in crystal vases
to fade from white to oatmeal or some
other euphemistic shade denying
mortal silhouettes
‘bonanza’ is on the TV again, shadow-struggle
against being swallowed by technological
progress in the face of our great moral decline
those shark-machines eat souls and spit out
castigated bones
our pride will be the ultimate downfall
an easy mark for mousetrap robots to snare
cascade of shattered lenses turned back upon
us to mutilate flesh, a sky-drama with
epic proportions
still, she will dance |
Submission Name: still she will dance
