Amoebas

Somnambulic
And pneumatic
Accurate raindrops
In the Attic

Something sordid
And precocious
All from nothing
That’s a bonus

Do amoebas
Go to heaven
When they leave us
Split apart
Gentle Jesus
Please believe us
Holy moly
Naked heart
We are spiders
Thread from Venus
Incandescent
In-between us
There’s a vengeance
Darkling Sky
Purring like
A Russian spy.

03/20