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Fifty Two Years.

"the cold equations"

ant traps never opened
gathering ash flesh-shed
spiralling cant-chaos
lost because of nostrums

Plimsoll plaint Titanic
red pluvial movethwart
ohaeng hidden witness
ghosts rehearse their cursive

in the pinball Bering
Strait it's a bike saeclum
wan radios warring
convince wasted insects

dark current of cutthroat
mood or call it fallout
to see all this acted
without any input

to know what can never
swerve Nemesis' grimhent
to write as one abject
among ogre shoguns

ant traps thus i try now
against trouble bubbling
with an eye turned timeward
as other torts sport here

one-storey the staunch coign
no witness storm of doormats
to tell future faceplants
this droll fury cured us

Tanka.

"I am in love with whatever is eccentric, devious, strange, singular, unique, out of this world—and with life as an incalculable, a chaotic thing, meaningful above and beyond the necessary and elemental data of my subject." —Marguerite Young via via Mefi

Here we stay.