Matt Flumerfelt Poems
|1.||The World Will Still Go On||2/19/2008|
|2.||To My Beloved||2/19/2008|
|3.||A Crash Course In Enlightenment||2/19/2008|
|4.||The Antichrist Is On His Way||2/18/2008|
|6.||Day Of Wrath||2/18/2008|
|7.||The Skies Over America||2/18/2008|
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The Skies Over America
The skies over America
are vibrant as a Pollock painting
and dissonant as a Schoenberg
symphony. They’re the canvas
on which we scrawl the graffiti
of our lives.
Ours is a garden where
every flower may flourish,
bitter nightshade and evening
primrose, a Mendelian greenhouse
where hybrids are the rule
and whore lies down with priest.
We’re enamored of the camera.
If we could, we’d like to film
the destruction of the world,
even though no one would be left
to watch it explode a second time
except a few seagulls.
America was born...