reports of flying saucers

[Google announces Google Earth 5]

At first, the planet appears as a small blue sphere
which rapidly expands until tan and green land masses
appear, surrounded by blue water through which the
contours of the bottom are evident. I manipulate my
control: I swoop toward the surface, accelerating;
and the planet appears to spin beneath me. I can zig
and zag, stop, study, resume my Continue reading

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anthem

We careen through the confetti
and graffiti of our lives like Attila
and his warriors with ever sharper knives.
We confess our sins like flatulence
and then we sin again like recyclic
drunks and addicts who pretend

that nothing really matters except
bellies, cocks and cunts: we always fill
the former and the latter pair are stunts;
if you want to get in touch Continue reading

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sunflower

Sometimes I think the night will never end:
if it isn’t a diaper it’s a temper tantrum;
or wet sheets to change, a meal uneaten,
a hated shirt, the constant disagreements—
but he’s only three, you say. I say Continue reading

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