gory bone
good war read
I’m out of my
jurisdiction
but string infinite
progress along
in theatrical homage
to patricide
I’m lucky, I’ve the filthy powder
that tips the bucket
spilling itself entering into
is a displacement of
having been kindly invited
~ ~ ~
we arrived the hardest work
already done
your hands smell of the salty cane
that stirs the oceans
an aggressive mist where
I’m unable to greet you
at the door. Debts
we owe are clues
by a clock with infestations
of tics, dreams on the back of gazelles,
slap them on the ass
my fragrance has you grabbing your throat
~ ~ ~
likewise, an opportunist
picks from common demise
To keep brooding!
Swept glass onto a stiff page
where one imagines
the end is successful,
ends at all, upending
the world different I see
nature and think
heat, light
then smoke