Spree (poem)

Bright chunks of land are excavated
with the ecosphere scooped in large poignant bucket loaders
growling more than ravens at play
while rain falls, fog and mist swirl
across a psychologically eroding world

Moving through the spinning seasons with that star
bright overhead rolling down pin-balled
as night rests beyond cold mountains
seeming to starken October colors
with its absence

Purged of natural biota carbonated fuel flows
over carpet interior yearnings of showers and power
powdered up with allergies cast-for-others sopped
scientific intelligentsia thoughtfully work Nero's homo marriage plan
of planned abortionhood of too many lemmings.