The cares of shadow heaving thee
unshakable torture glittered on Apollo
everything was followed by the swiftly
turning blades
he changed gradually into
damp tights and small whirring engine
invisible in the white washed room
The rays that flame ammonia
replaced this planet with dark flowers
butterflies bridge the river
radioactive baby held living tree
the robin’s suffocating gaze
dancer sped through machines and inhabited
burning African shore
human spectators arrive
reborn in this crumbling world
Slowly everything approaches
dark unborn crystals in her Storybook
methane or ammonia crystals cling to
rubber valves and glitter like a dancer’s tights
A
girl steps into
growling machine in
gradually crumbling houses
body of nobody lay invisible
the black line forming universe
rotary blades whirring quietly
Dark dancers
stick shifting motor
to the storybook sphere
damp chance what barriers by shadow
turned the golden rays
girls race upstairs
and emerge with streamers
— Gregory Wallace has been making art of various kinds for at least 50 years. He was active in the mail art scene in the 80s and participated in international mail art exhibits and correspondence. Mr. Wallace was a founding editor of Oblivion magazine and has published several books of poetry including The Girl With Seven Hands, The Return of the Cyclades, and Exile and Kingdom Come. His artistic activity encompasses poetry, collage, sculpture, assemblage, photography and painting. His work has appeared in Typo, BlazeVox, #Ranger, Black Scat Review, Atticus Review, Athena Incognito, Clockwise Cat, and many other journals.