I watch the lines smear across the sky
The strange shapes of curve wire
that hangs off the sun, making It
the Diamond of a deathly afternoon
The ghosts paint the universe
and spread the afterglow of red
Crowds watch and ignore the savage bird
that sprays its pigments of poison
Night sky becomes a graveyard of stars
and streets are gutters of fallout
We chat about war and God, peace and plague
and the money of creation
Wednesday was a bad day,
with all the colors of life and death
The ghost sun and pearl moon
are saints and bastards
Inhaling paint is never
a good idea.
Author notes
Chemtrail.
http://www.rense.com/1.imagesH/chemchem.jpg
Relatively aesthetically appealing, yes.
Art is what They get away with.
A contest entry
- Andy Warhol Quote by Naridill.
1100 points, ended October 28, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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