"Diary of a Noncompliant Content Provider"

Out of the focal and foremost fire
that met as torrents from the heights
of membrane, joint, or limb, exclusive bars;
a piece of a little purring word.

The drone of the low-flying helicopter
a crescent moon and a biting wind

i fold my black wings about me
in the indoors cold i have made bright

Hot Rod Lincoln.


Hard-Boiled Cthulhu.