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

by Jim Culleny

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