Ode to a Water Canon.

By M.J. Cole

 

eye-hole

bored light forgetting the shade

inverted flames crashing into

the rip curl stuck under the street

on this shelf is the apocalypse

on this shelf is the point of no return

pick your smoking finitude and

let the sea sketch the architecture

of the corporeal undertow

sucking sewer footsteps

guiding the annals of overproduction

exploding through palisades

tube stars dancing to oblivion

signs running lost highways

to a shotgun acropolis

where drones don’t surrender

heads tinnitate leak neck to brick

and it collapses inward as ashes do

grey matter fine enough to snort

a last will and testament to air

 

 

Originally published in ‘words work vol. 1’ (2015)

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