state of the art

You drew a dragon on my window
in condensation there
its body fractured along planes of least resistance

fragmenting in slowly gelid drops
down trails like holes across the gaps in its conception

chasing its inception
outside this simple model on virgin surface drawn
evoking radioactive traces, spreading changing places
in nuclear-dragon fashion
until the mist is gone . . .

beads of moisture


. . . blank glass

lacking pattern.

When mist returns
different dragons draw across my window's surface

shaping different dragon passions.


notes from the nuclear age