"Dance Card and Gnashing Mandible"

crumble the reasons
and the reasonings
thereunto
crumble the ways and the guides

as the welkin shifts into spasm
and cataclysmic bungle
and we look at each other
without naming it

wisps of fantasy
still clinging to the debris
do you have food saved
what will we do for water


The Tickler that Exploded.


"Nothing, however, can justify the term 'path' for this bewildered and empty stumbling, this blackened vagabondage--except one thing: They don't quit." --For the Time Being