Rain drops through the atrium under, kissing the lattice,
bursting bright white blooms shedding current and steam
wound through topiary, drifting,
held and hung in ribbons and sheets.
Sunrise over city of the suture
ketamine kaleidoscope carried on the wind
in waves, in streams,
face itches against kevlar scarves and lips
smack against re-breather filter.
Cold outside but it’s warm next-door
turbines humming like monks in a choir
in a mausoleum, purring, viscous,
cozy as a chemical fire.
How they’ll get him out, we haven’t the slightest
but **** is down between the roots
with the tools his brother left him after the rupture
and he says he’s fixing the trees again.
Don’t know where, don’t know when, but we’ll meet again some sunny day. Click here to view the latest Orcakinder.
A tribute to the most cruel and unusual episode of Spider-Man: The Animated Series. Here’s some art I made after I saw the episode of…
After Sistine Madonna by Raphael, 1513-1514. Click here to view the latest Orcakinder.
