<>MILK AT MIDNIGHT # 2

By Thax Douglas

the home

cooking smells of souls

trapped by our

technology into that

heavenly suite

of sweets sifted from the

garbage of human

lives left behind – once

enough souls have

been released by the

slow time – cooking

of humans roasted by

drama, the heaven

is released to join the

other balloons – with

so much space between

planets; There’s

always room for another

heaven.

-5/13/05

Subterranean