*Lion Bridge to Giant Serpent in Space*

Your core: Galactic activity. Blood to blog about. How

about a noncommittal cataclysm on 122112? Sound good?

A cuckoo skill, absorbed in experiments of out-of-sight seeing.
Lion heat, ticket-stub’d. A boom shakka lakka spirit beacon—

Waiting for my tentmates to wake, wondering why I thought

packing Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno’s Slamming Open the Door
to Bonnaroo was a good idea, I overheard a Scott Medosis go

to a Scott B. Davis, “Got anything crispy to listen to?”

Vivid bridge, flower skull, lion bid. They’re giving a polygraph
to the hieroglyphs today—Brahkuna matata?

All on a fresh head,
Scottie B. goes, “It looks like you’ve got poison ivy in your eyes.”

And then about a bazillion-
piece puzzle of the Milky Way
became a fan of realizing that even thinking about applying

for a job at the apocalypse
is

that which wrecks the rocket ship.

Originally published in Didi Menendez's Oranges & Sardines, and then in the Apocalypse Anthology (Flying Guillotine Press, 2010).

*Sonnet that fell out of St. Catherine’s mouth*

Random question: Have you ever been to the Chapel of Saint Catherine in the Basilica of San Domenico in Siena, Italy? There's a 630+ year old head there. Intense. So much so that, well, click the pic to read a sonnet that's on page 46 of The Raintown Review (Volume 10 Issue 2).

Many thanks to the editors, Anna Evans and Quincy R. Lehr

Likewise, over at E-Verse, many thanks to Ernest Hilbert for posting *KICKING IN THE AQUARIUM* (originally in Brian Foley's SIR!).