giant
plastic tub of beef jerky on the counter as cashier talks about seeing Tom
Petty live once.
burning
sage over the burned down house seemed strange to me but she said it must need be.
in
the closet, old ruddy bespeckled arms began to extend from the sleeves of
shirts and jackets.
between
two powerlines on the left side of the road the huge spiderwebs proudly
glistened.
i
could kill someone with innocence and i could introduce violence. this is how
fruits ripen.
deprive
everything of oxygen. watch the world panic. deprive everything of Christmas
lights.
i
inherited Lucregia Borgia. shot it until the muzzle melted and destroyed a
national treasure.
evil
squaw of a neighbor called animal control on us. we adorned the bottle tree for
protection.
in
the woods behind the homestead the mound of the old railroad wound like a
serpent-god.
the
bleached dog's skull rests atop the occult text on the black poetry bookshelf,
a black tower.
TATTERED SCROLLS AND POSTULATES 14.
i
was full of ergophobia whittling mermaids from cedar and balsa on a porch
amidst the cosmos.
we
lost the leavining, sold out the reckoning; we wished for prudence and gave
away to sea salt.
i
have found that writing in the morning makes the herb garden flourish. i have
found salience.
most
of the evil of this place was the fact it was once an ocean. appalachian chains
underwater.
landlord
calls from his deerstand to check in. the heating unit died. saw my breath in
the kitchen.
telemetry
made this possible. shrooms made this possible. skunk brew made this possible.
alms.
all
you had to know about murder was that the wedding ring was found atop the
compost heap.
red
Georgia clay like the flesh of the earth asking me to make men and women from
it. O glory.
my
grandpa called them laundry bags. his parachutes over Germany with artillery.
good man.
they
found something unspeakable in a cave near my home. the government showed up. damn.
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