Photography by Stony River/AU
predict storm clouds
as armies of slate-
Crazy old lady
appears in a
drenched & appears
not to know.
Lavender-turquoise-salmon sea shells
jangling from cherry-red hip scarves.
Yellow, red, orange & brown crisp leaves
blowing on a near-frost morn, circling
around sensible shoes for painful arches.
Dancing feet are still remembered.
Gone are the tinkling sound of anklets
above Aboriginal feet. Pages slowly yellow.
Turkey oven mitts replace youthful hands.
Hippie graveyards are filling quickly this season.
Blood medicated to move through more efficiently,
even though aging bodies move like a sea of slugs.
Mescaline revelations are a vague notion, now.
Desert moons whispered their neon-wisdoms.
Now, the rumble announces a newly deafening ear.
Dancing minds are still remembered.
Love for humanity was poured out like LSD
upon this generation of seekers. Quietly, they
have been taken away; one by one. The world
is the poorer for it; with its fierce anal pincers.
Dancing hearts are still remembered.
PHOTOGRAPHY BY STONY RIVER/AU
Car ablaze in AU/Stony River
Slurping , sucking
of hands together-
flies void of prayer.
for internet buzz.
Wasps, yellow jackets,
bees- all stand down.
The arachnid has
come to town & taken
over the buzz business.
text, text, text.
Spin, spin, spin
tweet, tweet, retweet.
Infamy: wheel of fortune
dragging a hanged man.
Enter into the lion’s den
with your meager offerings-
to be tangled, mangled
& dangled; but decidedly
Faux-photography by Anna Donovan-poet
veiled in illusion/delusions.
Tiny catepillars scheduled for
gossamar wings in the Spring;
advanced aviation systems.
Nothing but nothingness
showing up for dinner,
as both meal and guest;
feasts of famine.
This flatline awaits motion
upon ICU cardiac monitors.