Loose teeth rattle like fireflies shaken up in the jar - concussed against the side of the glass
We drip juniper boughs into the river
It’s eat or be eaten. Beat or be beaten. And I’m not on to lose
And I came out with a buzz/cut and a badge
Lookin to bash in some soft heads.
And later in bed, I look to the ceiling and think
how lucky I am to be good.
Gun-breath kid .
Petal heart to the wild expanse
Resting stone shoulders upon the axis of the earth
We dig deeper here ,
In search of the birthplace of cold rivers
Finding only veins of gold
And nothing flowing in those of the living
Miner for their last exhalations
Blessed alter to dna.
Beaded rosary ******* kiss the lips of
Holy men. and their
Hell is inside you (only)
The real thing
Forever yester-ling, we will not
Bathe above the sea -
Nor where the light spreads its long fingers in first inquiry of future mornings
The mountain’s root
Will be hollowed out before
We are found
And we shall drown in still tomorrows
News of us comes
Between the front facing earth
The best laid plans of motorcycles and minivans
Fall to pieces in between the long yellow lines
We zip like skeletons down the well
Returning to old versions of ourselves
And playing catch with bad intentions
By dry riverbed I bury future aliases
Rivers will stay dry in my time
Rains will come down from mountains
And wipe the town away
In a Double sleeper
We wag our tails at weeping branches
Dragging feathered knuckles against the softened earth
Inside this house.
And thoughtless ,
To seek reconciliation in the swarm of water droplets suspended in the air around your storm-haloed head
It’s breath and thunder that keeps us .
Still lifted up in
In time, re will re-condense -
As always - as the natural state of things.
Always falling hard at the end of it all
To the passenger jet in the rain
We salute you, 163 lives waiting to be lost
To secure a spot
On the evening news
And all the poorly written web articles to follow
I’m getting to the thick of it
Really sick of it.