I eat this apple like flesh, in gnashing form
Be afraid of fear itself, its enough.
Are we to devour, first our firsts and second those men
who were to hold our coats and pistols?
How had these timbers swelled against the storm.
They are to turn tables into thieves
and take manacle-fashioned falchions to the faucets.
Bring me bodies of water,
hard-like, the rollers run along
and mountain monster who
churn our salty earth to stone,
to make a choice of that otherwise
speak a story without end until bending
with parched and crippled tongue.
Get over this next hell and fifty more,
For the end I’ve brought sugar packets and a canteen:
water to pour and a stick, for stirring.
Riding low slung in that saddle
Bearing don on the valley burned shadows,
with those click-clacking creatures below
And Death rides a horse like this and
comes along to every road alike.
Parting and tearing and giving way,
hacking and spraying and coated to coming
along this road of red dead thing-making
that swallow with missing throats
grasping hands and flesh and objects,
all objects out of them and all. All.
When this is done we end again,
cloths on sleeves and scabbarded swords.
The Devil keeps time in parallel lines.
See me through this observatory
you unfettered mighty moment
and harangue this hallowed hero
to home, a blistering wind.
To say: who can care? I don’t know, and
can’t. Begin, cannot, to run
gamuts and bring my several sounds
in which I’m born to breed
just a juxtaposition
–wait, wait a moment–
hardly a heart in that cavity.
Hark a haiku and stark
stark, burning bright, and lowly
we light our torches with the night
and bring them heavy down.
Death is just another man at a bar telling you he failed at all things
asks what truths you have trussed up in your pockets
it will play this way, let it go.
Your heart is a millicent steed setting out upon the storm,
This is what life was like before you were born.
When you deliver please deliver me,
in this wandering land of strangers
and loud noise to cacophony
of harsh and jarring fireworks.
Let each of us without sin say so.
And go commit some;
No. Wait. I remembered that wrong
and you learned it rote for eternity
Turn this world inside out and burn it
if you please.
How did it get to be so late in the day?