A Hungry Wind

hollow bleeding gouge and scoop
hosed-down concrete stained in rust
bleach-stench and the whines of dogs
dead-eyed boredom in pale guards' eyes
buzzing heap of glass blue flies
in gulag of our discontent
all our hopes and dreams are spent



We'd like to be a pair of shoes
slip right over some dainty toes
protect them from getting stubbed in the cold
sleep in a shoebox battered and old
right next to the wainscot-mold
in the vestibule



emergence from stems and insterstices
filling in empty voids and cells
injection-moulded scope of existence
hoping for a light at the end of this steep tunnel
a long waterslide through the heart of the earth
splashdown will be a surprise



all the depth of an LP's groove
under light of stars on the move
our breadth of vision of the land
feels like a single note
a mouse's fart underneath a chair
as choral symphony lashes
passion through the air


In the gaps between nightlife
a clean hot glow eclipses the Moon
crisp harsh light suffuses what was former gloom
all bones and murders become laid bare
in open antiseptic air
under daylight direct and sere
last night's crimes will become clear



¿Donde nos ninguna desde lacuna?
porque quereren bailemos en desierto de Luna
y comemos corazones como pumas


skulls are but hollow spheres
minus love and hopes and fears
bony caverns, homes for mice
spiders, centipedes, adorned with ice
frozen head wintry asphalt splendor
ice stalagmites a roadside cut
cascade paralytic comatose
black eyelids nevermore morose



BANG
starting gun went off eight decades ago
still he goes
tilt
rather than lash a dervish to relax
dynamic
elliptical interludes of ten to twenty miles
every day
pounding rubber soles to the metal — rock —dirt
—grass it doesn't matter
he can't stop


truck stop neon buzz, Fritz out:
Glorious dream of American Redoubt
vacuous echoes of horrors not grasped
these vapid wannabes, fat weak and ersatz
naive and coddled, they believe they worship death
but all they have in common with their heroes is meth


tow roe row the toad
hooping rolling down the road
poetic cephalopod overload
eat oreos, milk overflows
document the lore you know


hesitant ragged in between
pause and beg the breath inside
camouflage the vinegar fear
in this hollow keep do hide
in hiatus from the clear
open exposed forest brake
blood on fern means no mistakes
not for elk nor dappled deer