Like Fire but Cold

By | 3 December 2008

like fire but cold
the orange uplit clouds
stream across
the depths the
fierce stars

driving up I felt kangaroos
watching from the bush
my foot over the brake
each to our own
godless apocalypse

the city below is
obsessive perforation
pinholes in the black
strain the welling up
of some flickering
exultation

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