god - onslaught

Hey guys, here's a new poetry series from yours truly. I'm still fiddling around with my audio software stuff, so I figured, why not channel the very voice of god to preach good old poesy to the masses. Enjoy!






text:
god: onslaught


all
is
spectacle!
shimmer cloud
town
brandy women
clanging trousers
in ribbon-less back
alleys
hot-breathed and
barbarous;
an aluminum can
sliding the creek
gravel-faced
junior-hearted
and lithic;
I
am
a lace lingering
the edge of a high-rise
starry billboard
advertising sunkenless
tobacco
wretching smog sunsets.

oh
I am
yours.