OUCH!: Sci-Fi Poem of the Day/// hbz

Sunny

Sunny

Day

Tracing

The Crusher

I hit the electric brain zapper and roamed about

looking for a sparkling seed bird

or a technicolor shower on a rusted dead word

 

I had my hands in my pockets

when the wind said "Absurd."

 

("This isn't my dreamscape/// Who's in here?!")

 

"Absurd."