by Shawn Allen
I looked into the night and the sky was burning.
People, their skins ‘verted to the inside, and organs and muscle
exposed, roamed the wet streets.
From oceans whip’d to frenzy as if mad rose ancient temples
and elder beings which made the air itself to scream.
Tearing at my offending eyes to rid myself of these visions
I thought – Never eat lasagna before bed again.
Shawn D. Allen.