The Long Short Arm Poem by Felix Bongjoh

The long short arm
A cloud of milled frosts churned,
Melted into
The sliced flash of a brief flip
In its trillion
Candela-bonded
Floating belly. Hits bits of a bid, the beat
Of a bloated bit in circles,
The centrifuge
Of an Artic sea,
A platform of iced emboldened films
From above.

From a planet-distant dot in the galaxy
Heat flies, its ties tight,
The pain breathed with gnashing teeth
No longer fitting the choked throat
In somnolent mumbling dust.
In bursts of buds
Creases even out crisscrosses-in-cysts
As dazed water
To scald the vacuumed air.

Just as the cloud finishes its landing,
The sole
Long-handed creature on earth, heat-beef
From the sun
In a clicking ray,
Grease-on-skin meat,
Drops from
The long, long liquid bamboo trumpeting a hollow
Through its burrow.

Snakes through the only burrow,
Helium's eyes dark with light.
Evades
A twin brother, hydrogen's loud yell drilling through
A wide-lipped quiet door
Under its dim-lit lantern burning with the burnt-out wick
Left of a punch
From the million-mile stretched-out short arm of anger.