Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The Time Machine

A.D. 2010

There is not much to say about hell anymore.

It grows like honeysuckle.

It chokes into the smooth myrrh of indifference

with sweet cloying smell.

Does it tickle?

A.D. 2025


"Just how many nuclear wars did they have?"

Embodied. "They?"

A.D. 2040

Under the plum blossoms

strange rose gloves of the same hand


[copyright EAC 2010]

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Stalin Among The Milkmaids

Stalin Among The Milkmaids

Her pure uncle

her poor sons

her nails red with blood

the Victrola plays ragtime

the radio plays regime

she studies engineering

he speaks icon sound

she shot herself

the band plays on.

[copyright EAC 2010]