Summer 2011 BOMB Issue

Chimes at Midnight

Jim is well into his beard and bloated second life
Standing in the south of France, bottle of XXX in hand
A tiny fang-like castle (drawbridge) in the distance
The road goes out to the faintly white sky
Like cells of animation set apart
Snow-globes, lava, asteroids, Oklahoma!
Wavering through stained glass grade school science films
The tinting done by hand and shipped back by barge through the tenderloin
People are normally terrible at retelling dreams
My mind wanders out like a light,
The last straw, missing the point, happily ever after
Right handed but writing with the left
(12 months in the tunnels)
Good storyboard practice (pasting) for the films
Colors on lock, the overlaid music of the leading figure feels unlocked
Offered as entrance, willingly warped
Like levels in the coliseum
Video games, epic poetry, get money!



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"Hidden Host," by David Enos