Fiery Children Swarming Summer-infested Fields

The white north plain swayed like feral hair on a newborn horse The savage skin draped over muddy terrain with elephant steps The tanned pimples of my faces squeezed out of their stretchy cocoons

The translucency of the acidic sky glazed the mist like an urban murderer The impish sandhills were non-existent among the lush graveyard The cragged tombstones loomed like a dead buffalo above my windowsill

Moles hurriedly dug their way to the splashing refreshment of grey oxygen As my teeth glided along dirt and dwindled insecticide The transcendent caveman told me to discern my embarrassing feet

Squiggling out of the atmosphere, the sparrows cawed at the blue wind The illuminated foxes ran in front of the sweaty, tugging oil well Why did the slant-mouthed Canadian goose leader paint with such furry reds

The serpentining pain that strikes like javelins throughout my wet intestines Grabs a hold of me with purple, unrelenting hands popping of warm, bubbling veins The squirming jellyfishes hissed at me like vestigial amoebas

This is my fleshy aorta that ululates like a bilocating cicada These belligerent children impale me with their Pancho Villa weaponry The pale natives hone this land as if it were their unexpecting mother.

- by a C r