and another thing



1.

statue firing squad blown out rain of blood water

chastity. fields of embers. an arm. slicing her face

in the mirror she feels like a rose a calamity of fingernails

rake back the months, the flesh of her neck, a mirror

for thugs, marines, news commentators, lust



2.

Tigris, Euphrates, ladies, my trust is your nightmare

black horses fed on desert dust and rust made 2 oceans

away. today, I beat the lust down, but the crown of the emperor

is glass-crusted cocaine, dry chains whipped back till fill with black

blood, the soldiers, the desert mud's topography charts the death of love



3.

"Screen it!," I yelled, but you ignored me letting dopamine prevail

as you bashed and bailed, my temple the worse for the poplar hail

of your ashen bat, your gat, your homegrown genome of hate, fate

and taking the bait. She took you deep, deep as she could take you,

but finally she died. Freedom. Fried. And all your grade school teachers lied.