Glory Rising
Written by: Owen Drahkele
On the way up to the sky
Chaning its name to Robin
Without a forwarding address
Thinkers fill body-tanks
The way French sculptures lounge
In Swiss pornography
Race and stare
At the war
Of one call at a time
Filled with all the beauty and
Mad as mute monks hopped up
On espresso
We will die without a kiss
Groping at the nothing