A killing on the sky ship
field . stun guns blazing
like mad propellants
in liquid configurations
of joy and blood.
He screams in pain
as a bolt hits him
breaking his shoulder
(articulate men, vying
for flight)
Excuse me, lover
Is that your arm
lying near the pit
of the Saturn Weekender.
field . stun guns blazing
like mad propellants
in liquid configurations
of joy and blood.
He screams in pain
as a bolt hits him
breaking his shoulder
(articulate men, vying
for flight)
Excuse me, lover
Is that your arm
lying near the pit
of the Saturn Weekender.
