Guest Author - Elizabeth Bissette

Winter Solstice

I Know the road, I see where it goes but
no one wants to follow the curve In the world
where the spot weld future is
even though there are 21 meditations to change all that
especially when dark skies and celestial crosses appear
and the tribulation hour kicks off with singing weasels.

Day of the black sun, 2012. Where do you run?

You won’t get any answers from your ideopathic
Digiwidgets in your seamless house-wired media
Of from your preacher down the road still pumping
On his bowhard flexy gym and his shtupford wife.

Day of the black sun when everything runs together
In the spot weld future and the meditations are heard.