Jun30

Tunguska
a pixel fly
headbutts
a window pane

a rippling aurora
skews sights
wrapping the tin
of a car
like a halo

chattering crumbs
cluster over one another
like waves of sticky
beetle limbs
flustering to avoid
contact with the
cloud-wreathed
flaming sun

an august cyclops rose
bows baronially
under the weight
of its petal ruff
and blood sparkling
thorn cuff

a clock's flamboyant
hands chase one another
around its flat face
in time with the ticking

above a crabbing plane
seems to want to dive bomb
me
its stuka shark jaw slavering grimace
could pirouette plummet
into my x-marks-the-spot roof
wipe me out, wipe me out
like an error on a whiteboard
with your little finger
during a lecture about
aerodynamics

wipe me out,
like the black head spot I am,
then pop me like a zit then
smear my remains
across the mirror
like a squashed fly,
like a hugging aurora,
like the crumbing crumbs,
like a nosing rose,
like a flattening air crash,
so you can admire
your yellowing
toothy smug grin

John Gay, English poet and dramatist, was born today in 1685.

The Tunguska event, a large explosion, generally attributed to the air burst of a meteor, occurred today in 1908.

8 Comments Add yours

  1. exoticnita54 says:

    A really nice poem

    Some of it is so graphic and takes you to visualize with the poet

  2. exoticnita54 says:

    Please try to read that last blog of mine even though it might be a little lengthy and give me your true honest review

    Would be very much appreciated

  3. Truly wonderful

  4. I love the imagery in your poem, especially the clock description. Such wonderful writing.

  5. Awesome poem even if it is gross in places.:-) Very visual. The fly(?) photo is super cool, too!

  6. johnlmalone says:

    Wow !!!!

  7. YOU DO HAVE A WAY WITH YOUR WORDS! 😀

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