Tuesday, December 23, 2014

birthday song, for dorothea







with dreams of metal towers
and of static, dreams of silver skies
and then waking up
 

the here and now is a fist
and so the future can only be
whatever pain comes next
 

i have no other truths
 

have only one hand that holds and
the other that pushes away
 

have only scar tissue and
empty ideals and with the music

up loud enough the sun
makes no sound at all


the baby sleeps beneath
the shadows of passing clouds

 
wakes up crying softly
just as the air runs out





Saturday, December 20, 2014

violence





chasing headlights down december
back roads, not yet 6:30 and
already full dark


half-moon and sleeping houses


this man with
a mouthful of poison


wants to show you how easy it is to
hurt you
then wants you to beg for more


absolute zero when the knife goes in


small wooden cross on the
living room wall
 
cop pulls the trigger and
the child is dead and how far do you
have to look to find someone
laughing?


for how much longer will we
allow ourselves to
be a nation of assholes?


been a long
fucking time already









NEW COLLECTION FROM LUMMOX PRESS







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