for a mind-wind that blasts
and blows so intense that
it drains colour from the
blue sky and gnaws roots
of roses scattering comfortable earth
earthshaking the giant chimneys of
fossil factories mere words that
can cartwheel this fragile gravity
throwing paper and debris and
scattering fetid, letter’d music in
a contagion of new life
Chris Parsons
May 18th, 2008 at 12:54 am
First published May 7th 2008 - Editor
republished May 16th 2008 - Editor