Some milky carbonated sky
Weeps on single dim bulb bunged up,
Ordinary pollen swimming, skidding spastically. Other seeds still hang in the air
Don't say sorry.
The touch screen
30 pin adapters, MIDI data,
Deflowering, dancing as
Sequins of lard land on low flying American drones.
Groan, oh great desert unending, you are
A Holy Ghost with a real razor for a head!
Bones and other wasted globules of carbon
Boasting to nature. Maybe even to God.