from Chemtrails Across A Privileged Smog:
relapsing in moments drifting on no matter,
conserved within the spoiling prescribed burn preserve
with open palms of salvation reaching out from the fearscape,
smearing chemtrails across a privileged smog.
from Beaten:
(When you know)
you're not going to win,
you flatten the pedal and take it to the far end of the arc,
with dead weight watching your back for whatever calls
out from the sky, directly opposite the blinding star
nearly passing to see
(what might exist)
across the northern plains interstate of a window
down in the open mind of a spring evening,
from STATION:
The summits keep watch from intoxicated heights,
peering down on interred states tightly unassembled
in chained-door rooms, sitting static merely sputtering
hope in last-gasped sparks like downed power lines
convulsing between the passing terrors
from TURNBUCKLE:
blend in with a blue velour jogging suit and gold chain
anchored with a large bejeweled dragon to hang over your death
metal tour T in a seat behind the ring announcer sporting
a pompadour wigging out in a tantrum.
from Cuttings from the Tangle:
within and around
voluntarily crumbling ramparts; repurposed
under-crust dams of pie-eyed swollen meat
bartering self for gristle that-is;
that is, swallowed scrapings,
cud-chum slinger fed-swung
directly at the penned and growling
fodder-they
...
HARDCOVER TRADE EDITION
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