turn on the faucet
rains here run to stormy sea
clouds walk by
streets whisper doomsday
towncity left alone
they dont come
blues about
hush now
dont quit me
long way to go
Tag: racism
quarantine
enforced
great change in the physical aspect of baltimore
isolation
was brought about by the removal of the buildings along saint paul
limit
cleared into a series of sunken gardens
infection
elaborate stairways
into lonely places
columbia
turrita marianne britannia
gleam of firstbeam
blood washing foul footsteps
conquer we must
awash in floodgates of wickedness and mischief
tea and toast and coffee
disternitopia
weeds along roads
taproots
through bedrock,
blame jesus.
or expect gated eternity.
or love without forgiveness
waxed bronze
pause over
my appointment with violent death
cause over
gift of a site
walking in hills and dells
hogs mill out of the orchard into bondage
toads rustle toward water barbaric
deer graze in circuits progressing
ravens encircle anticipating
sparrows forage in microcosm
cows linger about stables ignorant
sheep graze superstitious
a few hundred birds in song capable
weasels forerun
roosters confer
geese gather around opportunity
cats habituate each on its own
rats steal in order attention obedience discrimination and memory
ox and horse till usefully
falcons train on pigeons
snails rasp across tasty objects
flies light on still hands
and snakes measure air with tongue-craft
so join hands each a teacher farmer artisan
nonexempt in falling icy fangs
goughs quandary
from the beginning
standing together
by the table
calling loudly as the house shakes
happy in love and vision
amid the perplexed
staying pioneers
birthright
sunset path
perhaps
over the next crest
in another dell
around the hedge end
we will find ourselves together
speaking of pain and sweat and hunger and michelangelo
in a human register
next steps falling natural
as we plan our survival
alone cojoined
roger brooke taney
your honor you are unbalanced
your unhinged brain dangling forward toppling over
oxygen deprived
filled with misconception
an inquisitor utterly lost
disgrace hangs all about you in long deep folds
not my maryland
despots filled the streets
cobbled with ignorance born from greed
bastard sons and daughters of mother hell
will snuggle in parlors with empty words and moldy swords
thirty thousand new suns could not wrest the nightmare of your torture
your hurled bricks pieces of iron and coal epithets a lunatic babble
as you writhe in self-forged chains beneath your hell bitch mother
puss oozing from your blistering flecked faces mountains streams
murderous premeditated with no soul to yield or defend
distant thunder soundless in the void
that could have been hearts beating with the earth