the biting the itching
of a single train that bears
through cultivated regimes
of civility
snapbreak the sustained
no narrative exists to lend
a fix
but does the eye-mind
flinch at splinters, are
synapses disparate chained
the beer in the fridge
bangs the waves coarse
drops through pale canopy
a video gamed stupor
strewn phone held world
bedbreath careful a chop
and crevice amiss
nightspread rains stars
lost and mornings
filter lushly a departing
naked tread

pomo has a spring to it
mostly post all things
one epic debris

vulture dessicating
sliver of firedesire
but does this keep

flies nostalgia-free
back through the bore
the splendid gore of hiss
and crack
imperfect time, kindling
beat with each heartgasp
winding into minotaur
that fascist eats up
every mad vista
and Panic myth