In the mind of my eye, I see a world of sand on fire
water turned to stone with shopping carts embedded
in frozen suspension
s t r a i n e d pigeons
caught in them
a bloated corpse on a couch inside the rubble of a home
in front of a television set that houses syndicated lives
a man lives in a clock on the wall
chasing a cuckoo with a shotgun that BLASTS at the top
of every hour
a broken record on a turntable repeats intestinal strings
murdering crows perched above roofless beds
monitoring stale dreams
the sky falls
in
jagged
pieces
splintering earth while overgrown silverfish and earwigs run amok
engaging in gang battles with cockroaches.
Parker Weston
Mesa,
Arizona, US
facebook.com/artofparker
parkerwneely@gmail.com
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