the time it always rained

Coagulate.

late November sun hindered,
red spraypainted cryptic word,
woke Ewok. Funest journey:
to Destruction bend the knee.
the wide enervating din
breaks black, subfusc & golden
i get stuck behind a bus
our moon of madness, gibbous;
      tourists at the weird wharf
emerge from disenchanted weir, dwarf.

trains of tourniquet return
grill us on the new pattern
raven pharmacy skewing
sign with ebon folded wing
back in ancient times acrid
earning me survivor cred
folie adieu, virulent
switchback & acoustic Lent
      skewwhiff violet rites
& ev'ry fool who would vie Lit--writes

oodoolay of heart auxins
frolics in the lesser sins
as if under no troll's thumb
& tholes an algorithm
as pied as pure. Hidden sill
across which one epistle
may still be hurled--sky haywire
& perks in the rat race choir
      grueling one percent-ore
but hero-bespoke this sark from centaur

Frances Carroll & Her Coquettes. (via @HarrySKeeler)