Arrivals

Night thunder arrives. Occult spacecraft descend, hurl giant underbellies of sound downward - climactic events galvanize grouting and glass. The next boom is distant, yet lightning streaks across closed eyes. Backyard bones are starkly illuminated, perhaps even scorched? An astral mythology shakes its bright spears. Is that the crackling of flaming grasshoppers? Then on the roof, a thud and flopping of metallic fins, is it an alien craft or an armored coelacanth? For an instant, minds are thrown out of their skins. Parallel lines collide; pidgins drop, stunned by a siren sky. From an upturned trashcan lid, an electric Venus is seen rising from her ancient scallop. She is sexually charged and triumphantly aglow, about her, the fallen twitch on.