Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty Winter 2012 |
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Sonnet Anthony Opal Job finds himself angry as a blueberry in the snow outside of Grand Rapids Michigan mid-May where some chaste light stays at the center of a whirlwind while he (the suburbanite) suffers from a kind of broken vase smashed against a fireplace ash flitting in horizontal columns of sunlight by which space is ex- posed for the chaos it is (the cosmos it is) as G-d makes remarkably curvy lines for the sea’s locks to forgive the land knotting the chains of the Pleiades un- tying Orion’s Belt and helping the ostrich to laugh wildly at the horse and rider |
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