Kitchen Sink Reserve Red Table Wine Bitter Tart Blood colored Like hints of Lachance’s flayed Corpse, betrayed European Dragon’s breath A dirtlike grape burn That throattorching Sour Dry Sulfuric Swells from the Base of the spine And kicks hard Fire and ash In the mouth Leftover As aftertaste
Canon REBEL XS; Seattle, Washington.
Zephyrbreakafall September’s equinox Sinks-a-sun And floats zephyr In late October The colors fall As pull awaited By mid November Tall spindle twigs Are fractalytic
Painted Red I am a miniscule Tiny little thing I try to tell myself I’m a One of a kind thing But when I look at a map And see all those dotted towns I can’t contain the lack of Context that keeps me down I am a miniscule Tiny little thing I wish thereContinue reading “Painted Red”
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Rankin Rogers There was always music Erupting from the monolithic statue For the whole country To envy from below the hill Every night new people would arrive Painting the statue every day Perpetually and irrevocably More red They were new every night This cluster of people An offshoot of one group Or another But everyContinue reading “Rankin Rogers”
Old World Red Under your pitched tent I roll out my bed It’s just a pad under my head But it’s my place to rest The cloth’s aroma of old world reds Brings to me a dispel of dread And my pockets are filled With ticket stubs and coins My coveralls jingle With memory ofContinue reading “Old World Red”