Invasion Skylark

The sky gropes open,
Clawing from an alien portal,
Dragging itself ajar
So it may watch me sleep.

Eyes of a distorted heaven
Graze my breasts
And hands, the clap of an ungod,
Lift the sheets
To peek into my heart

Burnt edges, a terminal master,
Enslaved by the incineration
Of my entrails
Dark Dawn, let me slumber
While my organs are rot
Aflame

And how thus orchestra furies,
A match of memoirs
Set too close to
My nuclear wasteland
And now I am the storm

As the sky gropes open
And the mushroom clouds
emerge...