Aug 28, 2007 - 0 Comments - Uncategorized -

Song of the Geese


They sang radio waves
a chorus concurrent
talking sky river


At night they continued
gleaming monologic
radio and stereo
trumpet tail space


By morning it stank
video atomic vomit
rotting radio-liloquoy
gusting disgusting
propa-goose-ganda

It’s been a while since then, and the geese have come back.
Smaller and not as noticeable.
Silver steel mandible
hollow horn handle
copper creel cribable
ganda-goose-papa

Tim Hodkinson