a moment of reverie, i am somnambulant after desperate winter, there is spring aching in sunlight, gleaming like the buttons on a chrome radio, a house with its roof torn, shattered toys spread through the yard
I’ve ingested the bigot — imbibed his words in each step that falters, felt the cruel weight of lies in every doubt and deprecation, muted judgement of the system that I might prejudge myself in ****** images he inscribes.
This fight will go down into the dark caverns of unreason until the morning of unknowing shall expel the burrowing villain that cannot live without destroying his only host.
The third world is all around us and for those who fear invasion like germophobes fear the handshake, even a gesture of friendship is toxic — the air is full of mites and things you can’t see so better clad up faith in iron to free belief from fact — leave it to the missiles, and the barbed wire — and tell me, how much is this antique bible worth at auction?