my violent law
my oppressing order
knees locked heels digging
lookup bluesky reeling
silhouettes surround swirling circling
smoke and flames
your hope despair your rage
my war
Month: May 2017
radio message to silk stockings
large shattering glass windows
rage coming up the road
coursing action
shockwaves
human lithosphere elastic
subsiding in eerie melody of alarms
then sunlit bayonets
faultlines recharging
bringing up
in the crackle of burning paper
lost prayers on asphalt
smoke rising into seas unknowable
your answer god
god is war
ninetynine fortyfour b
streaming straightrun snowdrops
bursting reformate
catalytic gay colors cracking
into instant suds hydrocrackating
prolonging alkylate sliprayonlife
mild isomerate gentle butanic
efficiencyfatal
safest possible incendiary soap a motherfucker can use
drylands in rainfall
all who wish walk here
listen and say
arms lock sweat lift
path unseen waiting earth
touch stones smell tubers watch burrows and webs
hail paths crossing
continuing together
polite explosion
was it new light
absent shadows
bold lines emerging contrast
absorbing and radiating strength
or universe in random beauty
vast classification and terminal
winchester cumberland wheeling cincinnati
lousiville saint louis effner chicago
south bend muskegon mackinaw city
detroit sandusky cleveland ashtabula
erie buffalo rochester sodus point wilkes-barre
stroudsburg new york haddonfield cape charlie
washington baltimore
industrial america
blood writing
black and white orchid red clay
grey lichen textured canvass
green sword fern cooled brown lava
dappled seabird dropping shit
dharma brothers stone building
mister clean perfume war clerks
knife to tongue to pen to pray
worthy suffering plain peace
things and charity
in a hall of heroes who died in vain
the loyal knew well the spoils of faith
a cardinals call rang out and up
measured
echoing
falling like ash from a smokestack
then billowed back up
pouring out behind the council
and down the wide back stairs
a chorus of misled greed and hate
in awful polyphony with the rich father of mercy
from cincinnati
coconuts dropping down south
who the hell
any pitch any curve
there will be lightning
know where to cover
wild bulls raising dust at your feet
knuckles flying like egg salad
high small fastballs
zeros and ones