Giant Squid Steals the Light of Day

The brilliant flaming Octopus.
Gradually gathers-in its flame,
Its flashing pointy tentacles
Follow suit in orange trail
And so it steals this loan-ly light
From the cloudless big blue sky,
It squirts amounts of blackish ink
So as to hide.
And soon the world is left obscure,
An indiscriminate lump of coal,
Of smooth and empty darkness.

The massive cloud of ink rolls out
And shapes and outlines, sputter and vanish.
Transfixed in trees,
Birds make not a sound.

The sun has set.
'Tis time to prepare.
The Thief is abroad
And out of his lair.

Collect Call from Deep Space

we're stuck in this mad wild widow's wild hair
Stuck on a strand, stranded, like a stray louse
Looking for a scalp, we're looking for a house
Maybe we are perched on a lash of her eye
And all we see is madness in our red veined sky
And a large black hole sticks out of the white
And we frown unimpressed at this unimpressive sight
Or maybe we're in one of her pits or the pubes
Maybe we're inside her stuck on them fallopian tubes.