Issue Two

Winter 2012


Airborne



Atoms of Buddha, say
or with your luck, Hitler
bonded with CO2
dandruff and sweat
dry until they lift
into the jetstream
then gain gravity
(precipitation
or the alimentary system
of an arctic tern)
and plummet, finding
the sticky earlobe
of your friend, as she tears
across the prom
to greet you with a bear-hug
at the chippie
where you queue
and ponder pros and cons of fishcakes
unaware Gotama or the Fűhrer
lodge in your left nostril, thrilled
to have landed in a world
that has begotten Voldemort
and cryogenics.

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River Wolton