May 5, 2015

careful, is a word i have lost--
a wasp a winter on the sill
of the window facing the capital
of maximized exploitation--
also a hawk above the shear
of green-black swamps glinting
septic disingenuity and frost
in vanities of ethical lack--
and a heaven more magellanic cloud
than timesink rote of scripture--
and half the mind of a serpent
evolved well beyond the winged soul
of any ghosted breath of cat--
that i apostatize devastation.