SurVision Magazine

World's Fair #8


Powder is a man
In the slipstream of smooth writing

Speed is a secret
By which lines mask the problem

The soul is known to squat
As if nothing ever rushes

Down a steep hill to kill people
In various ways

Oh do not cry

One kind of wax and two half-shells
Invite the goddess

Back to her place of prominence
Incense and pepper spray

A dry place where the future settles
In its simulated suit

And bowtie / do not cry

Near the end of a race of giants
Soft energy insists

On storms and however
Much the sirens scream

Visitors gather / do not cry

At exhibitions lit to further humble
The night

Whose latest attempts to host scandal
Were barely reviewed.






Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has three recent chapbooks: Set List (Bitchin Kitsch), In Stone and The Most Awkward Silence of All (both Cruel Garters Press.) His poems have also appeared in BlazeVOX, Cloudbank, Conduit, Gargoyle Magazine, Punchnel's, and Steam Ticket.