Moves.

One more move, and,
the forces of
nature's wrathful
ways and means
leading the way to
the bloodstreams
come, to finish
to defeat this soldier
one more desperate cry
against the background smoky noises
swirling voices
pushing pulleys
rending flesh
one more year, of,
the endless sighs
and exhausted humanity
squatting within
the electric fences
around my mind.

Fallen Domain.

What was that you said to me? How I’ve displayed acceptably, the writer of my poetry, the whittler of my money, my most treasured things, set on fire and slow burning, a fuse attached to everything, a gas tank that’s sputtering; What was that you threw at me? When neither of my hands was empty, […]

Fallen Domain.