Monday, 25 May 2015

24. Atomic

Yesterday the words thunked
as radioactive rain
sure & turquoise & a danger
to the pitted surface of the earth

I sat in neon and said Attack
me with your scum drones
My forearms bespattered
My flesh off-duty

Today I set impossible goals
for these purring limbs
Give me the gush & the hum
The power of orbit

There’s a horse with atomic plume
Hitch it & hike your skirt
Gallop from the testing desert
Take me with you for the ride

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