house unstable

drift the globe on a pickaxe
annotate your work with carcasses
all palpitation and courthouses

your peroration had the lithograph
tenderness of tenterhooks

you play the gamelan tuned
to the seventh tone and fifty
clichés overlong

you gave thanks to the wrong
ideology / corporation / government

this old house unstable
somewhere between disdain
and excommunication

button down your diatribes
put down that axe
and relax

youre one good whack
from
oblivion

What I’m Reading:

“It’s hard to ignore the Earth when it slowly destabilizes beneath you as you sleep, when it unlocks secrets you never asked for or wanted.”

— Sequoia Nagamatsu / How High We Go in the Dark