The Final Countdown I

years back, in time, we hiked to the camera obscura, at our fingertips a steel
drum with pictures deep in it of the shimmering, shifting sea we live on
All over the world dive bombers are coming to get ya
(Kevin Killian: The Magic Roundabout)

*

for it is only after the fence comes down
that the cartoon bubble explodes
and the new party begins
invitation only in stealing a senator’s suitcase
let them out and dance for the ant-god

like scary magnets
to pounce upon command
upon the man, the man called aerodynamics
(Bob Pollard)

*

before our time
upon a noun
there stood still a ship.
(Danielson)

… hoffentlich werden die nächsten Tage nicht auch so.

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