CBUS
In buckeyed plain
endowment the O patio
is on fire in this nether Hell
where unbar planar edge
baselines from shrum mound to steel gavel
the largest in the world, supposedly
underlaw light edges schism
and I burn quickly its irish blood
having trespassed the crag
come unto a doleful of goldenrods
i’ve never seen black eyed susans
rusting on sharp tool river beds,
persimmon to ear stealing garden chairs
god knows my best slacks are in bin bags
and the winters belting frost
to stiffen inside cardboard box houses
the unbake of bellwether floors
low and scrawling in dirty dungarees
black iced octogenarians
outside Giant Eagle
and no amount of endless lawns
give primacy to death
over song sparrows.
Trail cams of hazed children
in Air Conditioned Nightmare Caves
found bound and muffled
with Clorox hands and feet
tin mound ditches
just to watch who snuffs it
without permit
of constitutional qualified adult
get a chase on the boarderline clubfooted
scent in open fields
kids sing 4 points
to the state of exception
see how they fall
RAH! RAH! RAH!
Lee J. Cobb flag
Mandalay Bay Highway to Hell
walk backwards ipseity in pip sight
of mineness my empty room
is gorging minimal self
heres a cosy for your hand
in the pulpit toxin juice
laguna beach lawning starres
and rising thirst, pourer Phil
everytime i ring we are poorer still
making guacamole
in the graveyard tilth
