Indictment of the Time

Anise fills my mouth
While the words I speak
By the leaves of May’s gold
Cloaking treetops

Every little photon a bomb
Napalming and dancing along

So much more to go
As the song of fission
Must go on

Down veins
Down vessels
Arteries of firs
And these tall creatures
Tasting the clouds
As dusk rolls by

Turning the taste in their mouths

Specters of ichor float freely
As hot snow pollen
Of the trees’ telemetry
Radiolaria by another name
Ingrained with black anise
Blasting posthaste

Jihawg Ammunition

Sand niggers have to
Feel pain, right?
Not enough to put them
In the grave

Patriot Act’s really brave
Gotta keep them all away

Bring Vietnam 2
To their homeland
Palestine’s not a
Real state, right?

He says we’ve spent
Seven trillion
In the desert, but
He lied

We’re better than
Those filming
Slow-mo det-cord

When we’ve got
Pig’s blood
Covering our
.45 ACP rounds

Ever seen
A sub-machine
Gun that could
Send you to hell?

Raze all the caves
Raid every place
We can from the sky

Gotta glass Iraq
Helmets buried in sand
And go back to

M4 bases sticking upright
Like tombstones
After their bombs burst
White phosphorus

We’ve got the budget
For air superiority

Thermal imaging
Burns them
Incinerates, immolates
By a finger snap

Drones deliver all the creed
Of beautiful heat bleed

Set fire to the unaware
These words to hear they need

It strikes to incite rage
Blood boils with fury
Air burst flurry
There’s this purge incoming

It’s scent is in the wind
Long before
It hits and gives you rage
Sleeper agent
Action activation

Burning, choking
Life from lesions
On their skin;
We feel nothing

See them

A10 Warthogs

Blips on the ground
Going white hot

Chemicals care not
About the shock they awe
To the systems they all
Cascade upon

By strafing drones

Saudi Arabia: what about
Arab Spring?
We scorched Bagdhad
And Syria, too

Oceans apart from
Our empire, so called
As we load our rifles
In a round called “Jihawg”

Domestic paranoia
Leads to good things

Make America Great Again
With the soul of
Doomsday cult

We prepare for a collapse
To those who might threaten
Our puritain ideals
And militant alchemists

On our own home turf
We’re afraid of the culture
Overseas that we’re
Busy viciously pummelling

“Jihawg Ammo, produced in
The U.S. of A.
At our factory in
Spokane, Washington”

Kinda says all it needs

From our sand
To yours


I took you
And bent you
Twisted unrelented
Until you came out different

Than when I put you in

A sweet memory or otherwise unremarkable

Give me your bytes, and let’s reverb
What makes you whole

Play god with your DNA
Until you aren’t entirely you anymore


Mayrigold waves
At the beach
Break as evening
Waxes and
Sunlight waves

Remember remember
That evening in May

When the mayrigold waves
Crashed into the bay

Sun hanging low
Red sky above

Remember, my love?

Remember that sun
We’ll see it again
In yellow, in orange
In pale-set gemstones

If not today
Then next May

We will, when the
Waves break again

Nighttime Hours

Did you feel the noise
Did you watch with poise
All the girls and boys walking down
The lake paths lit by light on spikes
Being stabbed by pikes
Making waves in the lengths of the lake’s still water
There’s so much to see that we wish we were taller
But we can drive down freeways and see what signs say
30 miles away
20 miles away
Then 10, then 2, then
One away from being able to be part of the hour
Can feel the rush
Can drink the power
Full of chemicals that taste like copper
When you’re heart’s pounding so fast it could never falter
Like the pulse of your chest keeps you standing
And lets you recover from each footstep landing harsh
On the back of gravel trails that wail with a crunch
With each passing moment without fail
Dispersed aside like a dispelled lie of conspiracies
That the moon can see tracks from astronauts
Still it’s so easy to trust in words
Even when they come from different worlds
So overwhelming intended messaging
Drowning in the meanings of consequences
Back to the lakeside path
Not much has changed but it’s only been a second
That lasted longer than it had the right to
Perception is a thing that lends its might to
As the energy in a cup of coffee empty
On the floor of the backseats ignored
Now passed through your veins and talks
To your heart to show you its ways
Without even knowing what a soul feels like
You make an illusion to make loud the quiet
It could be a trick but you’d never know
You have to play your part and trust in the show

4/20 Confessions

That night was
For I felt the same void breeze
Once before in a different place,

And I knew that you
Were too like that place:


Those shores down the line
Coasting shy from sky to sky

To bring us the currents of
That old breeze, carrying
Familiarly new feelings.
Each sensation,

Every single molecule on my
Hands as they grazed yours
Endured a mini apocalypse
Like my skin went nuclear,

And from then was irradiated
To be a clean slate
Upon which you
Claimed me.

And I was happy then
Even before the rockets burst
To be willful to your
Power, your yield

When you stay your hand
And declare, “bombs away!”

Your mercy and care
All rolled into one night.

Rolled like the joints
We would never touch
When offered at the
Restaurant later that night.

Confessionals are always fun
For me
But as we’ve both found out
Sometimes the truth hurts

Is it worth knowing
All the variables
And what they do
And have done?

What effect might that have
On you? On us?

Are we allowed to endure again
And undergo regrowth?
Turning the soil in our hearts
Over again to let gamma rays

Pierce through to the core
Of every shell-shocked nerve.

The truth hurts like nuclear
Bombs on a day destined

To end this way.

We’ve recovered already, driven
By androids, turned by waves
Further down the shoreline
In stories you weren’t a part of.

Let those rockets fly
And christen the world
In explosions as many
Times as it needs to see

Thermobaric mushroom clouds
Collapsing over you and me.

And after that
I want to feel the ground quake,
Volcanos to shake and tear
Apart their heads and shout

Boiling, vociferous magma
Across the sky,
Trailing ash lit by lightning
While thunder follows.

My confession before the
So your god can see,
And that I may be absolved,

Is that you have always
Had that effect on me.

I have always walked
In the spirit of your words,
Of dust shadows splattered
Across walls by the force

Of light ripping through
The now-charged particles
Of a human body
Rippling with electricity.

This confession is in
Each doomsday you make me
Feel the weight of
In all the best ways

Because I know somehow
You can bring me back
From the dead with a
Touch and a whisper.

So that night while I
Learned about you, I
Began to stifle my fear
Of memory loss,

Instead focusing on saving
Every moment like it was

My last.

Now focused on making those
Thoughts permanent
And desiring destined-like
Rings to appear on fingers,

And to hope that we can
Pull anything we want
Thin air.

Your lips, your lips,

This is the truth
That I want to endure.

In every moment I can
Think of being my last,
Every bomb, bullet,
Disaster, starvation

Each thinkable end times,
You’re the one I want

To end time with.