When the sky spits on my crown,
this guy laughs, says whoever deemed life is given.
The racetrack we watch launches killer ants and
I cannot bear violence
If you sleep through one more turn, I might wake
to scream against the broken window.
Help is on its way in the form of one giant
cock who, as weathervane,
points true north.
Robert’s fiction and poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in: Short, Fast & Deadly, 50 to 1, Heavy Bear, Girls with Insurance, and Tryst. He is a fiction editor at jmww magazine and a flash fiction editor at Thunderclap! Press. His blog is at http://rgv7735.wordpress.com.
this guy laughs, says whoever deemed life is given.
The racetrack we watch launches killer ants and
I cannot bear violence
If you sleep through one more turn, I might wake
to scream against the broken window.
Help is on its way in the form of one giant
cock who, as weathervane,
points true north.
Robert’s fiction and poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in: Short, Fast & Deadly, 50 to 1, Heavy Bear, Girls with Insurance, and Tryst. He is a fiction editor at jmww magazine and a flash fiction editor at Thunderclap! Press. His blog is at http://rgv7735.wordpress.com.
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