unspool

the tulip finally came out / this was an ingenuous hoist / powered by fairlight synthesizers and fogsmoke

two-stud american amour full of resignation and striving / fascination and cupidity on matchstick wings / with a well-practiced press of a thumb / gyroscopes on swivel / a bloody eyewash

another cornice-scrounger eliminated / weather clear doze / a wisp of cirrus /  he made a lobe / a hose trailer / a caribou cheerleader mount / he was either imbecile / as contingencies attested / or /  by his own ache / a voracious reappearance of a mouthbreather t•bone / he married his nightmare with his last look in the mirror / cloudy there 

when she was sixteen a theological literalism angered him / he was thirty something / a precondition / to carve his name on her lower back / no / she said in detonation / the scene detritus now / he left decanting his viscera / throwing sticks at a whirring machine / i saw this / as i tell you now / a hummingbird so incensed / so raging with fire / all was dust for minutes 

later / it occurred to me / he shouldnt have played with tinderboxes

these are thee behemoth stories of old / they still play out today / they will unspool tomorrow

What I’m Reading:

… when so much weather is raging inside you, and Twitter is cawing the news. Gunfire, murder, oil spill, terrorism, wildfire, abduction, bombing, floods. Funny video in which a woman opens her car to find a brown bear sitting in the driver’s seat snacking on her groceries. Murder, murder, war. The internet is upset. To experience reality as a handful of tap water, at a time like this, is to find oneself in good company.

— Tess Gunty  / The Rabbit Hutch