Smooth, Warm Orbs & Astrometronomicality
By Michael Goggins
These lovely golden hued orbs flew with astrometronomicality alongside other all manner of my linguistic blunders from Outer Space where astronauts bring Tang add powder to water & taste.

These smooth warm orbs depicted at the scene strode cavalier in their cold-hearted demeanor,
Zeppelins encroaching from behind, I stood, wincing, kneeling, screeching metal.
From behind.
Pains my face and ears.
Whorling wet winds whipping my tender pink facemeat, slowly coalesced,
Funneled into an extreme pestering and molestation to which I begrudgingly-acquiesced..
The vast openness of the Wisconsin Dairyland surrounded us.

Engulfed.
Why was the mental image of Jasper’s lifeless corpse dangling from my mind like a lynch mob victim on a dreary, fog-coved, autumn eve.

The lifeless optics inherent in the landscape zoomed.
Fixated. I ,
Withdrew.

Never had I known the creeping lust of envy

Especially targeted to those whom I knew I above.

Gold-plated flasks, still half-empty with the remains a cheap raspberry cordial I so eagerly nicked from my gran’s cupboard, twinkled in the dusky twilight.
Till the orbs warm in this Wisconsin Sunrise
I shall count these miracles with reluctance I 'ope.
Nevermore a young man's lost his hope, with truculence and mashed anger and twisted, gnarled rope,

Juxtaposed along the warm orbs sullen and round,
Smooth and sober, Having never left the ground.