.
whips crack over the
humps of Massamet
lurid lime light
May spits crazy cat calls
through the wet lips of June
croaks big threats
distant trains groan
hauling mayhem up slopes
sky, a mad gymnast of electricity,
tumbles and casts bolts
that land like T-Rex bones
upon a timpani
drums thump down under
circumambulating blasts of Jericho
loose spirit
an uncorked jin
flattens new corn low
into a bed of fresh compost
god’s blow
blow god blow!
blow, god above god
below!
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by Jim Culleny
6/8/12
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