Eric J. Brinovec

Four Poems

Human-shaped, creatures comprised of eyeballs drove the molten men of steel west,
surviving on boot meat, they marched on carpets carved of unmelting ice. It rained
severed monkey hands that day as they determinedly traveled to find what they hoped to
be a better place… they looked to the sky, and a cloud of smoke cut the moon in half, it
split apart and human limbs flew out, the sun smiled, and all the mountains howled…
Blood drops curiously rained out of the ground and up to the sky, selfish prayers were
broadcasted out of the speaker towers on the hilltops, Only a god could wish or will them
the best…

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I pointed at something and accidentally scratched a hole in the air, some birds flew
through it, then a hexagonal tornado befriended the hole, then a gust of wind blew them

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Wavering Transparent Air Masses Flutter About as the Nomadic Sunbeams Swiftly
Travel Through them On the Dreamy, Isolated, Summer Day.

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A verbal house, painted with dreams, stands on top of a cloudy hill of the obscure winds
of my mind… Scattered creation roams free…

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