Lanes Sunday, August 28 2010

Mirthy, a great lemon of rust, brushing cephalomania with fire and crisp air, the octoped towers over an explorer's jeep, floating ten baskets high in the midnight sky. Howling, its four marionette faces gnash teeth as each arm compresses and retracts, to its designed specification.
Its flame-ink draws onlookers on the insect model; its illusion of antiquity mutes the terror of its fanged countenance. It finds company, care, and purpose in the full moments of the pre-terraformed dissolve.

-CB Lanes