their naked need

Child’s Poem, Child’s Sky Why

The sky empties its color into the sea—
Green clouds of pollen choke the day.

At night the sky inhales
The darkness of deep space—
The stars unsheathed burn
Their naked need.

While we, deluded,
Play with guns
And greed.

What I’m Reading:

“Is this what America is about? A reign of error countered by a reign of terror? And everything playing out against a plague killing millions around the world. What did it all amount to?”

—Arthur Krystal / “What’s the Deal, Hummingbird?”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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