~for the co conspirators, they know who they are, them 
foreign poets~


write in solitudes,
provocations arriving from within and without,
the hot magma melting internally, 
the sting of red scars from arriving cold asteroid hits

all I’ve got to do is faithfully transcribe
the knife fights, the not OK corral fights,
the trailing comets passing-laughing their tales off 
at the black hole idiot
who said writing poetry is
easy peasy

of course making it *easy,*
no issue no problem,
just by picking up those
*peasy* pieces
of leftover me

11:48pm 4-4-2019