Angel's can shout through demons if they have to
here in the valley of time slips and air borne rock
land of meteor splash and ufos
sprit friends; a gift you give yourself
but if you see some of them
its the worst day of your life
those streaking trajectories
as straight as a pencil path
sending a migration of aliens
horny ovoid's with bugger binocular vision
like Helix pomatia
smegma crawler
escargots fetching their own dicks
eight legged locomoting moss piglets
that look like a thousand blinking eyes
hurtling in decent
perhaps landing in the Yucatan
hard headed asteroids, critter ridden
mixed of spirits and denizens of deep space
from the parametric edges of Bals
glittering kingdom
gods shooting suns down from the sky
far flung to predatory gardens
elixir's of war and death
waves of screaming fruit
through red cities
of nightingale floors
agents of slow drowning
a bulls eye in a break neck rodeo
