Thunder Arrives

Night thunder arrives. Occult spacecraft descend, hurl giant underbellies of sound downward. Climactic events galvanize grouting. The next boom is distant, other places are scorched or illuminated by quixotic hosts - you never know with astral mythology. The crackling of flaming grasshoppers, then on the roof, a thud and flopping of fins, as armored coelacanth are thrown out of their skins. Only the menstrual blood of virgins can ward off showers of frogs. Parallel lines collide; stunned pigeons drop from the darkness. From upturned trashcan lids, Venus is seen rising from her scallop. She is sexually charged, triumphantly aglow. About her, the fallen twitch.