Guyana Punch. Plus.


      "Altarcito"

   a dark dry morning
carrying our trash bags out
   i rapidly lurch

Samhain amidst not so hush
war · and sundry forms of war

   a raucous storm broods
aroma of java · braids
   into my gray thoughts

sick of any opinions
past attaining lasting frith

   pick an airt and go
sound's swift ability
   born of loss · to fly

apricot bowl · its almost
cloying smooth own skin a cairn

   vacant Buddha fact
in halcyon driving · touch not
   Mlotkowski's folly

foggy vistas · songs in which
pain is soft as spun yoghurt

   thrown startlingly off
pallid among rocky paths
   haphazard blood trail

back out without first looking
birds jump in a parkinglot

   caraway snap wing
loathing · smirk at agony
   wait for a crimson

or for complicity shown
monstrous wish · as crows go by

   drill skull living · cry
national an handiwork
   gray sky caraway

city sunk gray occasional
banish music thalassa

   all music but this
slag flowing · implicit cusp
   tsunami wisp scry

abfraction murk atoll child
shard hilch as psychic Algol

   falling against off
clog prodigy swarming filch
   instinctual igloo

gift amok · apply glad silt
scalding with atomic scat

   in our door prying
music away or wall torn through
   school of birds standing

ilka solitary work
station across a vast pool

   rippling crystal and
lurch rapidly i as bags
   with trash carrying

morning dry dark our sojourn
flying acid mutiny

folk of rain our dry sojourn


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