"Runner-Up of the Open Community Poetry Contest for the period October-December, 2011."--ed.
Beatles' records played backwards
in a shack by the river.
Hieroglyphics found on a barroom wall
next to that poster of Farrah.
666 televisions muted like black holes,
moths clinging to glints of hatchets.
Autumn trees slowly bleeding their poems
into countless piles of koans.
Children at the closed orphanage
with yet another throng of time travelers.
And now I am asked to crush the tarantulas
in all the swiveling chairs.
