I Settle for Graveyard Orbit

Season after season I live
until oxygen
decay my weary skull and
fimbulvinter makes men uneasy.

Finally the coronial
line breaks.
Magneto sheaths
implode on flesh of
men and gods alike.

What caused this fate?
A fatal break of honor.
I suffer under alligator blows while
avenging death with death and
emptying my cup.

Geomagnetic storms blow
the feedhorn,
deities rule the
snowy darkness.
No more stars while
naked skin goes at
highest bidding.

Dead men riding,
she jokes
at the half empty hangar.
A blue carcass inside a red body;
I eat you while time exist.

Delay.
Solar winds pass between
long lines of men before
the bow shock.
I feel no reconnection as my limbs bend and
Mjolnir forms intoxicated vectors in the night air.

 


PO Johnson is currently dividing his time between Norway and Sweden. He loves space mechanics, industrial rock and baroque. He is also a dedicated husband and a salsa dancer. https://pojohnson.blogspot.com/

PO Johnson

train 1 

calibrate Venus celestial

take the Cleveland steamer

to the wet grave  

the active surge regions are

spike like

exotic dancers and kept woman before barb wires

the chromosphere hunt

in the oozing

rain forest

I am inside the circle

interplanetary medium tells her she is

the space between planets

lovely void of pink layers 

lenient belly bottom

projectile clearing the rain

parting with the

delicate sheets of stratosphere

for nothing

PO Johnson is currently dividing his time between Norway and Holland. He loves space mechanics, industrial rock and baroque. He is also a dedicated husband and a salsa dancer.