No Intervening Poem by Rovert Nworb

The American Balloons
sit scribbling Castro
into 1940's renaissance holocausts
and nuclear carpet paths to
pre-concieved safety notions
Which flash past a mighty juggler's
penny arcade
All sit conversely together
One with each other's transcendence
Deep into violent unconcious naivety
that spares no passing glances
or acknowledgement
And amidst the livelihood of
necktie-poverty will grow beseeched
rhythms disasterously inflating their own
follied heads
Beneath this, extrasensory exterior contact
Brides of life
One - no more feeling and
no intervening