1.02.2008

the best of times, etc.

auntie ella, appalled by the sickening pall of the turgid sky
barges indoors from under the bilious belly of the turgid sky
and flogs our gazes, whipping a window wide to the turgid sky
to toss at us the flood of her maw-eyes' terror of turgid sky,
shouting: "behold, and despair, it is the end; the turgid sky."