FALLING (start reading from the bottom)

 

holding hands and smiling

the desk of a family of cadavers  

eyes glimpse a gruesome picture atop

empty space.  My plummeting  

as I flinch and grab for the

terror subway across orange rinds  

of 9.8 meters/second as I fall,

I can’t stop the despotic pull

swarming with snakes

when I notice the seat

I sit back in my chair

 

FALLING (start reading from the top)

                                  --Published La Fenetre