1. i fought the lawn, and the lawn won

we had nothing natural
save weather & bedlamites
amidst such arid dreamscapes

i thought i could fall upwards
enough to have uttered sense
gray bangles on wax zither

the rest just confession of
no critique worth shishkabob
& faltering modernist

s chump change blasts mulletship
yardang caravan creeping
rust weaponry death dolling

Mephisto wurst sick passage
car manejando vision
for us improval begins

Anzaldua.

"Everybody seemed to have seen Angels but me." --Robert Trammell