beer, coyotes



1.

Tonight,



and for nights to come,



I'll take it as hemlock



for my dormant politics,



essential Risperdal



for viewing



the atomic white schizophrenic war hive fetus,



I mean the television



2.

The coyote has no despair.

Strange urges

move him

toward the highway.

The moonlit woods

beyond

sings of his

billion souls.