Countenance

i cannot countenance my countenance

a shoaly hit
of fishery slit
bleeding unions

a foal,
a git

one’s sacrifice

you can’t fucking control people
you fucking
with cant

two’s a crow

any more’s a bawdy story

i cannot call anything
anything that counts

Porousness

the porousness
of revision to decision
a running joke
of militants voting
when politicians won’t self-immolate

idealists
making their way
into office
why would they draw a gun
radically?

why would they do anything different?
the porousness
of decision spectrums
from action to action:

ballot or candlestick

shooting your fellow
elected officials in the back

or

using safe elect position
to betray revolution

"SxEtry"

infexetry
so dextrously -
“lecherously,
allegedly.

insect and tree:
fertility,

incendiaries
amending me

ascending;


see?

Feels (Even When Lazy)

feel so ready
to laze forever
the covered head

games

the burnished bush
and so ready
for friday night
and any excuse
for another alcohol

never owning land
movement of my hand
betray me, written

smitten by the angulo-
catchment resources
bitten down,

the drift of my lilt
destructive

Cliff Climb

you could climb
bare spine
fingersnap

fine lingering mist
above water falling
miles and smashing

you could dig
in nails and breaking
heartbreak and climbing

wending and divining
bending and blindly
stinging and scratching

prognosticator
leaps ravines,
deep divides

heaves to
on high,
heaviness sublimed

wreathed in rainbows
from below
at the waterfall’s knee