Mad Nuclear Mushrooms

Dark waves are burdensome wages
To quicken slurry currents and tides
Super-tied for endless lamentations
Showcased on the dusty chinaware

The waves bearing ongoing cargoes
Like the super powered whirlwinds
Wing-hunting the encapsulated sky
To espouse star dallying mountains

The rocket in midnight’s old pocket
Lure infancy into the dawn epithets
With their dewy dreadlocked poles
Polished with ancient dirges’ decay

From notions to fractured missions
Within conferences and differences
Forests of mad nuclear mushrooms
Demonstrate demographic descent