Catastrophy Poem by Andrew Nawroski

Catastrophy



Like tax on a fly
Over cracked ground
Armed favours wait
On burning generals children
Beckoning Lucifer awake
Whilst riding a grinning Russian dog
Slowly falls down
A widening crack.
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Breaking our world apart more
It spins
On bent axis
Distantly
Through time and space
Then slows right down
Till we all disembark.
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Dodd 30 January 2010

My brain aches Andrew when I read your poems. You are so smart, but ya know that dont ya. You, I feel, would be the artistic equivalent of the male subject in my poem Your Scientific Crooning Has Me Swooning. Just a funny little poem, not like yours! Great poem, but I need an Excedrin.

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