2 August 2010
original poem included background image
arrivismo
at first I thought
they were
angels farting
their yodels enraptured me
as they ripped
up and down the spectrum
praeternatural
trumpets and trombones
their brassy incense swooned
through Sunday singing
come again come again
come again
but then I realised
it was just junk
falling
and the wind
was whistling
through it