The breech, the block, the betrothal Your sunless daughter Our bolt-action god What’s done is done Inshallah
Category: 5
Joe, NPO
cloverleaving through the night cleaving unto what’s right seething is disbelieving: – they chickens , they goats – “don’t trust … More
Sharia, baklava
Sharia-to-go All the justice that she can afford All the justice afforded by the lash Render unto her the word … More
Yield thee a mantis of bother
We are hornets bred w scorpion genesHornet father, scorpion motherGuard your daughtersYield thee a mantis of bother
The rot so quiet
The pull So glacier The rot So quiet .
Bamboo refused the stand upright
Bamboo refused the stand upright Relief in the voices of Of birds and bees Who no longer alight .
Hackles in the twister
Hackles in the twister there She snaps She sails Her teeth bare .
Into the ship’s screw
The breach dolphin navy-grey Took her final purposeful exhale Into the ship’s screw, The whale .
Death of a family dog
The black dog Took her blue death in Stun-brown Texas .
Sparrow at a bullfight
Sparrow at a bullfight On that blade Dragonfly Alight .
They shall gaunten like a feral cat
salmon shall run no more bears shall sit their haunches eddies shall pass them by they shall fish no more … More
Elephant, walk on by
elephant, listen for the change follow watchfully behind bury your dead gather sticks walk on by her bowerbird grave
Daughters buried like dirty cicadas
Daughters forced underground like dirty cicadas
Like any poisoned goat
We shall excrete your brood Our haunches down Our knees bowed Our eyes screwed Like any colic mule Like any … More
Madrasa-mutton, seared
This madrasa-mutton, seared Swing Sleep Spin On skewers run-through
Raised among pomegranates
We harry hornets to hystericsWe poison scorpions w their own eggsThis generation raised among pomegranates must die
Cicadas n otro sacrifices
Oh, sure, you salted cicadasWe scorpionsWe expect a yield We harried hornets to hysterics and a blind hate We poisoned … More
Oh, sure, your soldiers salted cicadas
Oh, sure, your soldiers salted cicadas Nonetheless, as with our poppies We scorpions We expect a yield
As you would any sparrow
Father You should kill me as you would any sparrow Bury me in your garden Daughter
Pulls fire like teeth from the earth
Miners unmoored, swim about their rib cages,Pilot-fish blind,They search for sensible wallsthat whisper: “Yours, the falling, has ended” Weary waitresses … More
Kermit the Frog, Cicada Phil
This just in! your reporter Kermit The Frog, dateline: Columbia: like any, every, cock-blocked, Sriracha-sodden troubadour at sunrise, Cicada Phil … More
Rued his fat-bellied Mad-Max cicada days
Rued his fat-bellied Mad-Max cicada days Swayed every pretty young cicada to his side Pedal to the metal A-rage, them … More
The freeway filled w broken-hero cicadas
The freeway filled w broken-hero cicadas
Savage Bamboo Wood: Pandas-On-Ice Parade
Ma SITREP: The Savage Bamboo Panda Mob is having a fine, rollicking good time. They strapped on bamboo shoots as … More
Contra-Panda Ops in the Savage Bamboo Wood
The Savage Bamboo Pandas resented Humberto peeking in, all paparazzo, measuring, taking notes. Panda-Wrangler Humberto said “Ohhhh eeeeeeeez gonnna cost … More
We begged our children as bats, v2
We begged our children as bats To eat the insects of our existence To guide us deaf, lacking radar To … More
We begged our children as bats, v0
We begged our children as batsTo eat the insects of our existenceTo eat the insects feasting our illnessesTo eat the … More
Oh i remember you … showed me a painting one day ( there is no such dog )
the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More
Sevilla #5: Manuel Escribano, #3: #84, LIMEÑO Came the lightning.
This bull, he bellow his death. This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee. This bull he tell … More
Sevilla #4: Pepe Moral, #2. #61, LIMOSNERO
For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a … More
Sevilla: I will make you shit your breeches
I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from … More
Sevilla: Troubles the mules
What troubles the mules is not the presence, the loiter, the stink, of death, rather the intrusion upon one’s dying.
Sevilla: The elephant he come for the bull
The elephant he come for the bull the nod of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk … More
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