
Our brother-and-sisterhood
Our brother-and-sisterhood we’ll reclaim
beyond this crude scavenging, past
words and cries in the
dawn of the world itself
Man walks dog

A still-free man
There are spaces within which
criminals know they’ve
done it, but
no one else does
yet:
the space between the
trigger-pull and
hammer-strike;
the space through which
the bullet flies;
the space between the
impact
and its registering in the brain.
Such spaces expand
to mingle with the air.
You may have
passed through one
on your way here.
Postcard from the Asylum-Seeker Center

Your space program
You launch to land on
ever-smaller stars.
Your rockets go up
in micro-tiny flames.
Cowboy balladeer

No one’s here

You ‘n’ drugs
You steal your life
from your cheek and your chest.
Your god is your soul, fracked,
burning in the sky
Factory
