"The Glamour of Poisonous Things"
Nocturnal altars she inaugurates
when I will wear a garment all of blood
Autumn i had almost stopped believing in
the tentacled parade
of silvery paper cuts
the cohorts lost to reason
and the day
so powerfully new
fall i thought would never come to pass
choral voices raised in the crosstown traffic
"...the promise of something, anything, that could change the current political state of affairs."