Snivel Bingo

It unfurled under the moon of twin pandemics
All of it challenging
Most of it bare
All of it raw

There are no terpsichoreans in drabble
Brevity and drag
The angels in the firmament made of cheap tin

Rain and wind continually eat the land
Reshaping it
Creating a coruscated landscape
Flash in the pan
Pointless concordances
Citations and indentions missing
Erosion errata

(come now see it now
then come see it later
and later even again
and yet some other time and compare
the canyons are scored
if it — whatever it is — doesn’t catch
and you don’t know what you intended
it may be lost forever)

Open your pipes
Eat the acid
Swallow the sky

What I’m Reading:

“When I am sleeping
I find my pillow full of dreams. 
They are all new dreams:
No one told them to me
Before I came through the cloud.”

— Hilda Conkling / “About My Dreams”