Green-Blurred and Orbital (1st go)

At the speed of mad-rushing-stillness-of-eternity I traverse
the pearl-world, travertine and yet hell-bent for leather,
a bioluminescent fleck flicked at heaven, rounding the opal orb
in a screaming face of goblin-fire, the father’s son spiriting me
into the gift-worn catcher’s mitt, black maw packed with stars for teeth,
taunting the bat-outta-hell batter to miss my spectro-curveball redshift,
cosmic spitball to blind eyes seeing men as trees fly by green-blurred and orbital:
‘Put her there, ya kidder, the kid’s a killer, bring ‘em home, right in the kisser!’

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(photo by Flannery O’Kafka)

 

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