[detonation nation]

a bullet whizzes my ear

the strangest, most riveting fists found purchase at my temple
a familiar scenario

a rough patch—
a dispatch—

aggression unmoored
this land is not mine / not yours
it belongs to all / to none

so take your right cross & elbow shuck
listen as i convert it to poetry
for the empathically challenged
suck on hardscrabble knuckles tattooed

“H A T E”

a brusque burlesque of mutual disdain
convened long before the season
of fake fascist spray-ons

all these deft scraps of ignorance
a cutting shorthand of petty grievances
dyspeptic interlocutions & prickly retractions unretracted
unredacted — i remember last year was so hot

this will be hotter

this year will demarcate — forthwith —
the honeymoon croon from hell

the detonation nation

plug your ears
it’s coming

What I’m Reading:

Our lives are spinning out
from world to world;
the shapes of things
are shifting in the wind.
What do we know
beyond the rapture and the dread?

— Stanley Kunitz / “The Abduction”