Boom! Cried the falcon passing the speed of sound.
\nShe forgot her place in the chain,
\nnot concerned with mice
\nbut with the holiness of falling and flight
\nshe breaks from her thunder.
\n“OH THUNDERBIRD, THUNDERBIRD!
\nShout back to those now looking up
\nthat you’ve found only death in the form of blood
\nbefore you dive beneath the earth and feed from the sun!<\/p>\n
But don’t pass far from the bulbs buried beneath the moss,
\nthe Rose of Charon. Dear, helps your soul
\nback from the dead!
\nYou’ve found you can’t be a prophet if too concerned with loss.<\/p>\n
Bald bird! Can you hear it, now?<\/em> There comes problem with blood. And the martians won’t come until we look like them; Boom! Cried the falcon passing the speed of sound. She forgot her place in the chain, not concerned with mice but with the holiness of falling and flight she breaks from her thunder. “OH THUNDERBIRD, THUNDERBIRD! Shout back to those now looking up that you’ve found only death in the form of blood before you … Continue reading Polaroid<\/span>
\nYour song is polyphony,
\nyour song is our bees!
\nChase, until we give in
\nto your sol-sense soul!
\nShake the air with your humming
\nso that we put our heads to the roots
\nwhere we find the bass line,
\nthe BOOMBOMBOM that
\nreplaces our violent heart with rings.
\nMany, many strings with stories to let go like balloons.
\nAnd with free hands we dig to fold fingers with the oak.
\nAnd the blades just sway,
\nthe blades sway, dull.”<\/p>\n
\nA horse eats the grass
\nas his blood pumps hind legs to kick teeth out.
\nBlood flows and moves and violence.
\nThe goose will chase, too, a game
\nchildren play in a circle. Until blood turns around, cuts off
\nhead, eats and drinks blood ’round a table. Betrayed!
\nLife for life for life. <\/p>\n
\nThey don’t take to complements well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"