| Vincent Atkins USA yog-sothoth@prodigy.net http://pages.prodigy.net/yog-sothoth THE FOUR SEASONS the hornets swim in frenzied lust toward green verandahs, burning! burning! soon a subtle cobra curls inside a chlorophylled screen; waiting, with a venomous painting on its tongue. bleak beaked bird, dead and spread over land, hill and dale... your carcass is covetous of nature's verdant bleeding. when the tree shaking tree shaking bulged into brain licking bloom! crooning softly through petals, the reaper-- we've still time to groom... © All Rights Reserved. Printed By Permission. |