"Beneath Pellucidar"
open to the trapdoor
betrayal psalm 'midst fallmurk
singing high-hewn fangstreak
here stirious neon
streets full of stress hustle
strict in wasteful snaste-gospel
at home mutter mobled
moot though the tinchel elses
elegy fails—feeble
fireworks—as malign ninepins
tumble & a tired vampire
tickles tornado mowings
open to the trapdoor psalm
You choose a team (or have one chosen for you); then believe the sorts of things others on your team believe.
"Written entirely in pantoum form, this book was a grief outlet for me after the death of my father."


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