Saturday, June 22, 2024

Midsummer in the Anthropocene

Burn, midsummer sky

blue glare, blue stare of a serial killer’s eyes

stun us with stove-heat, breathless sweat


Burn, blue cloudless desert

banish rain and dew, dry leaves to ash, grass to dust

roast us, rasp skin, raise blisters


Burn, waterless blue sea

bring down fire, breathe out smoke in black reckless blooms

above the hot horizon


Burn, though we pray for rain

each of us a struck match, lit candle, soul on fire breathing smoke

I add my flame to conflagration

I swallow blame, pray for rain.


Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside

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