Poetry
Five weather balloons lifting the cancer patient into space
Final request
To rise into heaven before I am dead.
The scream chocolate fountain
In the opulent chasm of your pain
Without the quarter section plot
I still hold ancient seeds
They are my library
The performances guide to narrative
To those that don’t believe in oblivion or
love
They still have doves rising with messages
But they always land on a blown out pillows
Cloud dissipating
The brutalist
Necklace around the world like the ozone
In a performance of the blues
The flat earth slides off the sphere
The dancers danced to lose their fears.
Francis A Willey
Sept 24th 2022
The flat earth chair
2022