Firefighters of Tetrisburg,
   lay down your hoses and come
burrow with us. 

Hide from fire,
   let it play for a day. 

We'll poke vienna sausages
   up through manholes
and roast them at the feet of
   floods of flames.

   
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2008

Oven Bird

O happy
	en-moling
    fluff-pot, 

		Secreting yourself
		    away in
	chewy bole-bubble, 

Peep from
      branch-crater,
                   wriggle out & meet
           Cooling air like

biscuit newly risen,

      and like crab, like snail,
  like bee,

         Build your cell and

    Please 

seal well

   
   
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2008

Even on paper
we’ll grind your breastbone to pulp
stamp & seal it with tread

Even on paper
we’ll puddle your brain
puddle your heart
puddle your crayon cloud dreams
your crayon gust dreams
your crayon gale dreams

Even on paper we’ll mill
your seed dreams and
nest dreams
and wet-feathered squawk-chick
puling feedme dreams

Don’t come here even in effigy
Even on paper;

We grind your line
disappear it into soil
   
   
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2008

Listen
  I know this is uncomfortable
	and I am sorry for that but
		I am very hungry and for right now 

I strongly feel that
 I am more
	important than you.

More of Dave Chung’s art here.

You're not for tongues, asteroid,
    depth charge --
       you won't be bolus --

& though I can't shove you,
I'll sink dynamite-head into your core and 

     pop, 

              spread your icy all the fuck over,
sugar gore, sugar gore, glisten on gingham, 

your cookie carcass charred,
      fizzy & glowing around me like a halloween death star.

   
   
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2008

Furred, murky, ominous cloud-wet

Baklava soil strata, all pistachio and pomegranate

Trees, tiny, trembling under & hungering for all that smudgy threat

   
   

See more of Memory Layne’s work here.

Cabiria, Cabiria. I just saw you, Cabiria.

I saw you walking, wreathed in music and smiling faces.

The stark thin trees on either side.

Your mouth making that funny, smirky smile.

Guided where? How does your night end?

Shepherded by laughing kids on bikes

To what boat, what river?

A final water?

Or soft folds of wave

To help ferry you

To where we start again?