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I wish it was still Halloween. 🩸🚽📺.

"Story, like perspective in painting, may be an invention to satisfy a need in experience for design, to build a house for feeling in time or space." --The HD Book

Ecstasy of Gold.

my routine runs squeaking
while bombs fall in bushels
elsewhere; & our white-hot
drivel drives the newsflow

is my job Good German
i close my eyes clueless
worrying more, murkward
t’ward brute futures fumble

i fear mobs & mad winds
i fear my words winding
up in some last landfill
where dogs scrounge & scrabble

i fear my own anger,
injustice, harsh hatreds;
i don’t fear shapes shown me
as part of nags nudging

i fear the greed graven
in my Late Cap lifestyle
i’m not afraid failing
at self image upkeep

halcyon hargs of autumn
allay; tender tinsels
loom like alert lackeys
& none bid the bombs fall

"Like a shelf/ Of wilderness..."