1.

In my spare time I take sandpaper to a spaceship.

The flour sack holds geraniums.

A solar system of silverware

dines uncloned.

The quarks I’ve placated, credit card

decals on a store-window universe.

2.

The phenomenon is churches de-paneled

of stained glass. Radioactivity progression

at each cross. Votives, their theism lucent.

Why faith defenestration?

I query the shuttle creature.

The church jocular with incense.

3.

Heresy, corrupt me a penny roller.

Mollify Medusa with hollow-Earth

Sunday school. Still she’ll turn

you to time-drained bone.

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