Breaktime (redux)

Time off from his seedling firebomb.
A ferment.
A long liquidizer, he calls it.

He’s the provost
of powerful concussives. Cursive clash
send-off specialist for hire.

Spontaneous handicrafter and score-
keeper.
Author of sharps embedded in walls.

The outsider poet of archangel
dynamic plosives. Send you
on a one-way trip.

What I’m Reading:

The Good Book says that the meek shall inherit the earth and I expect that’s probably the truth. I aint no freethinker, but I’ll tell you what. I’m a long way from bein convinced that it’s all that good a thing.

— Cormac McCarthy / All the Pretty Horses