"A Lay of Sanctity"

and Pluto
crystal
pouring across highways

i shall not again
fall back into not

pouring indigo
brain rips ask
fruity and throaty synth sounds

vagrant sanctuary. Garuda
our wrong road

minivan vandalism
or boudoir, this swart polka
hollow flagpillar sound

on ruin thrown, and occult on fragrant blood
parochial noctambulists

swamp glows go
circlings, as if it could
mutiny wind of

voting booth
IL Aquarii starfish jackals sling

or a swart saga
cop standing at a curb
or guitar solos

Holocaust kitsch kitsch holocaust
if your cat could talk

sundown lands
nobody’s missing
which way did

spindly pallid forms
buildings that shift color as

night and tragic slag
story what godly
crimson and indigo vap

and a bard could stop halfway
in this blank snow

slowworm
slack stalwart
body algid lamp

to occupation or stay
for additional output

straying dim acorn
snug guns talk, inform
no rotund

lich with a phiz of total Casbah
and Pluto