pewter
clouds roll like the dark boiling
milk of
dead goddess *******//:
shimmering like
minnows.
like    Minoa .

across  the simmer-*** sky
tipping its lid
    to the
celestial
kitchen ;
stove-top, no longer watched.


as
the pulsing ergot castle looms
atop
its cliff face perch [it slumbers]

.to the captive dreamers
within its own
rotting
gate,

it
  stands
guard

against the blackened sea

     b e l o w .


AndSo

human devotion
is
the act of being nice to the one big mean guy
in hopes that
he
will keep the lots of little mean
guys
away from you


and we are as ever we have been,
each our own gods
  each our own
devils


as we simple works in
progress seek always to
shed responsibilities and
point the
finger
elsewhere

and there are no
jokes :

only the strangled words of
what
we really mean to
say .

slow
but worth it

pavement .
it’s spine is
black

like
mine.


stunted trees line the boundaries by the station
they will be cut down the next time someone decides to rearrange the
parking lot
out of
boredom

everything  is
a trade
outside of love .

but we devils make
these deals only
to
inch that much closer
each
time .

tie them to the
post of
* good god, it's america* .

shift.thrift.cut.grift.
eat them in the sight of

all.
\

it's plastic granite .
it's a brand new way:to
hate
     the
         night
                 away .


it's swaying in the
moonlight

in sight of
blight - and a regurgitated.Love


push.comes.to.shove
p-p-push.comes.to.shove

­push.comes.to.shove
p-p-push.comes.to.shove

push.comes.to.shove
­p-p-push.comes.to.shove

push.comes.to.shove
p-p-push.comes.to.sh­ove


push.comes.to.shove
p-p-push.comes.to.shove




push.comes.­to.shove
comes.to.push.comes.to.shove
comes.to.push.comes.to.shov­e
comes.to.push.comes.to.shove
comes.to.push.comes.to.shove
comes­.to.push.comes.to.shove

comes.to.push.comes.to.push.comes.to.pus­hcomes.to.shove

atop tall buildings
and
watch.the
sleepy city.
fail to
wake

they shake
the
houses.they break

the
power-lines,
bloodlines,lines of fortune settled deep within the recessed creases of
the populace's
damp
        palms .


         ---

and in
failing to offer alms to the
dark
wanderers ,
mankind's blackened heart
prepares for each final
act of
self-betrayal .

and
clouds       open
                   to the
       closed .