The Web Poetry Corner - Adam Gosha - Half Chilled Limits
Half Chilled Limits
by
Adam Gosha
Welcome to the universe.
Lemons are simple and sweet.
Cardboard muffins are this
thought. Full of holes, disease,
scandalous connections, the
senses they play card games,
emotion takes the queen of
spades. The heads collapse like
the houses they construct of
parts from cannibalism. Unreliable
apparitions arrive. Chain rusted
ghosts find business appalling.
Shattered thoughts of fortunate
consciousness take a trip for
half the summer. Heat controls
their sundial radio hours, plain old
nonsense I tell you.