Artificially Authentic Crop Circles
spring moon
puddles ripple
on the brick road
feet never stop
flowers
trampling everything
in my path
jogging
a pebble
in my sneaker, slow
the journey resumes
and finds itself
on the moon, itself
senses reeling
passed celestial bodies
•
bustling
clinks of plates and trays
she sits alone
triple bean burrito
meeting with CEO after lunch
low rumbles…
thunderclouds move
across the sun
smiling
I enjoy the sprinkles
on my face
licking the bowl
getting all the ice cream
complete the meal
autonomy
I call my mom
•
three seconds later
I get a response
from…on the moon
cool treat
to quench my hunger
the janitor glares
at the kid
that left his trash on the table
jive turkey
suckaz and afros
floating
in my cocktail…
cherry blossom
around me…
the sky motioned in circles
•
circles swirl together
when the sky pulls down
wind blown hair
newspapers flutter
in the breeze
forgotten…
under a bush
they decay
the system recycles its components
to be renewed
from bones to dust
life is born
raindrops…
the black umbrella
blooms
•
driving fast
baby wanting out
of its mother’s womb
the rush was like
as wild stampede
anxiety pushes
through my chest
I blush
rose aroma
on the bedside table
cool breeze
from the open window
new moon
after a time
the fire dwindled
•
left with a chill
in my chest
I pause
fog settles
in the wheat grass valley
driving by
the fox goes
unseen
merely a few more pages
left to read
out the window
cherry blossoms…
the earth’s confetti
all in a day’s
imagination
• • •
Keith Chandler
Philip Jones
Rider Hallenstein
Amy Hofstetter
Jay Johnson
Rachel Morrison
Alyssa Owens
Sarah VanderZee