44. the starveling funnies

Ducks quacking in our pool out back.

summer roads, summer intersections
uncertainty
sings us to sleep,
the dead grass frosted

train horn
in the melody
did i think then
i would remember
that particular dust on my borrowed shoes
as an emblem
the not knowing
so casually not wondering
what the day would bring
goaf
herald
insistence
just adjustment
kylix cyanide
lost map & allotment
march into mild honkery
let the dead bury the
kestrel-dropped question
jonesing for dark
illeist
high hat
ganch

"...his churches are awash in the bloodstains of pagan symbolism, labelling the architect an occultist and earning him the name 'the devil’s architect.' "