Archive for the ‘Wryneck’ Category

I Will Drown

For Cleveland So that others need not follow my example. So that we may no longer be called Job’s children. So the spoor of our smokestack heart can be impaled by its steeple surrounds. So there shall be a reckoning. So what buoys is more than memories from a generous pour. So sinister becomes dexter. […]

For the rotten words we worship

a wryneck for ronv and James Agee When our best effort grips no pen, last-falling ink illegible; When deconstructed grins edge tooth and bone; When graves or ash scatter truth; When the day drone mutes; the night downs around; When the fluted thrust of grass or hands evade autopsy; When: forget roses; When the breath […]

Rust Brother, never can savvy you

a wryneck for Wascovich If we were rust brothers before the rain and salt   Before there were no scarcities of tanks to tread Before the slow toe    warehouse of sound was a real knife in my head   Before the shine of steel nativity Before we trussed the tracks for holocaust   Before sanctity forest murder black-coat cacophony If we […]