Monday, July 3, 2017

Poem 133: Lake of Fire

Cuckoo birds and souls of the damned
in their wobbly flights
once again--tomorrow--
will have made their laborious journey
through untold hells
forcing themselves
through the bowels of elements
to be seen

in the form of exploding nugae
and flaming trifles

which is all just the signs
of their yearly splashdown
back into the lake of fire

like many such brief returns
to the realms of light
it's over in a flash

which doesn't mean
it can't blow your face off







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