the loud road, its slain serpent
rains from the crumbling red dirt rampart

infectious
space mission boiling clouds · residue filthy

charade lethargic
season quit watching the sixth

streaming past the windows green and dappled boyg
garboil hardly algolagnia

out of a green subprime nebula
fields burning swarga

whose incense?



"In 1968 while traveling through Texas with trailer containing over 70 dogs, his car burst into flames and he was forced to lodge the animals with kennel keeper A. D. Blount. He eventually found work at the Jewel Box Revue in Kansas City, but by then Blount had sold the dogs to a research facility since Bourbon was unable to pay for their keep. Bourbon hired two young men Bobby Eugene Chrisco and Randall Crane to work Blount over, but they panicked and killed the kennel-keeper."


"The children lit sparklers under a mouse-colored sky and, due to the pollution in the atmosphere, the moon was mauve. When I think of this city, I shall always remember the cicadas who whirr relentlessly all through the summer nights, rising to a piercing crescendo in the subfusc dawn. I have heard cicadas even in the busiest streets, though they thrive best in the back alleys, where they ceaselessly emit that scarcely tolerable sussuration which is like a shrill intensification of extreme heat." --Angela Carter, "A Souvenir of Japan," in: Burning Your Boats (1995; orig. 1974)


Twin Mystery Verbs.