the holy cannot command, so what do we do?

towns of light, look down
keep watcher's rivers flowing
driftwood's heading home

of course we specialize in all sorts of nonsense

from some enmity
shackle academy our
book of hours turn

the last two cars on the road collide

hurtle cage drive your
turn-together engines spin
across creation

stinger and silent stone met

swiftly plunge vessel
you close imposing volumes
press then, come on then

shambles

you were a tumble
rim flimsy gut portraiture
hurling hung over

st. stonehead memorial

caveman hospital
twelve floors of fevered grunting
hunting for a cure

joystruck confession

bright igniter, light
a sudden spark-white glimmer
laughter-eyed aglow

do you understand misdirection

glass suit worn away
aboard the doctor breaking
doubts dissolving day

His face looked like someone ran it under the wagon an' left it out in the sun too long, but his eyes were sharp as rattler fangs and twice as fast.

now Jack-finger Earl
had a thing or two comin'
but he weren't no cheat

reverse orphan

relative whisper
my synthetic ancestor
soft imagined past