As we wait for the beauteous A Mountain City of Toad Splendor by Megan to come out on Publishing Genius Press in December 2012, she continues on a roll with even more new great writing.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
A bit swollen in the pretend area
He woke, bloated in his somber corner, hoarding the dark inside like a devil in his moat.
A fish tuned in. It was just waking up, too. A style of sitting there as the day breaks. A made morning, like god would.
Drawers of tangents waiting in the next room, an embarrassment of socks. Somnolent arguers gathered at the edges, bleating like horses protesting. One sought after a close horse. One went broke clutching soggy testimonies. One went all out, made hay socks for nesting. One made it say how it felt again, and every day said it to no end. One was a stock mason, a supporting role. These strange innoculatiions.
A still broke out. Hard, waking possibility, independent of all temperatures, his, theirs, the day, the room.
More margin blast. A sash ceremony. A tempest.
It blocks this portion of time from the vacuum of unbecoming.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment