Sunday, June 7, 2009

2001 vol 3 part 3

Da da! Here's the next poem! Check out: boho coco for more space adventures. Hey, come to Co-Lab Saturday night!

2001 part 3 3

the last transmission
from galaxy


was of beautiful poetry,
children in meadows,

the churlish interest of space pilots crashing
lunar landers,

the olfactory centers of small
towns blown vanilla
loose into turgid landfills,

the images of old men
bathing themselves in salt oceans,
the sound
of a discotheque gone
awry in flame,

the thoughts of two lovers sat alone in a cave
tossing matches at each other.

XXYZ is the name
for god

some have claimed and
scrawled across their
strange tattoos containing the shapes
of ancient

and the names of old television satellites.


Marinela said...

Nice poem :)

Chris S said...

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.