En Them Que Rumble

En them que rumble
me race em down
con eyes closen
enme shudders
waken. Not se’en
them, no, enquell
as rats en hungry por
not fixen para cendin,
Me dreams quell, like
when enlittle, me
momenda tol me
“Mars es where we gone,
no place as quell, way
from all this rumblen
enfuss, thesen demons
en them wiresenskin.
Foul, praise, foul, praise.
Away de them! Sh.
Sh, kidboy. Quell que rockets.
Quell que shaken all
these way en ship. En Mars
we be shushedenall
them dust plains be
para us, no, ennone be para
them, they robot peeps.”
En them que rumble
stillen hear momenda screamen.
Wooten be quell nowhere. We
be’en these ‘tire system,
all them space fillen,
enno quell abe founden.

#NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 13

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Richard Leis

Richard Leis is a writer and poet living in Tucson, Arizona. His poetry has been published in Impossible Archetype. His essays about fairy tales and technology have been published on Tiny Donkey and Fairy Tale Review’s “Fairy-Tale Files“.