withdrawal at creation

haggle haired+heinous in henna
proclaims the belligerent of bemoan

he shackles the liminal stall
on the prowl for a crochet gewgaw

and a quavering bardo
on an anvil toe charter
headed for the underworld

he’s a mangle hack for tag and twister
losing stride the big castrate roller
ass down on the backside of democracy
on the fix for big mac gum drops+plastic sheets

he’s a hotbed radiator ignoramus
a vessel large enough to shackle
to a pedophile priest

or a plotted bed of insurgents
rushing the steps of the capital dome

on a frothy cold morning
full of noxious fumes and thumbscrews

screw them

What I’m Reading:

… five billion years … the sun will run out of fuel, expand to a red dwarf and consume Mercury and Venus. Earth, if it survives, will be scorched and arid, its oceans boiled dry, a cinder stuck in an interminable orbit of a white dwarf black dwarf dying sun until the whole show ends as the orbit decays and the sun eats us up.

— Samantha Harvey / Orbital