the wolf is wild
the coyote is wild again

R O N S O N O L  fingers grasp
Bindings like
A wet beast’s gum-saw upon the last breaths
Of a slow thing’s tender partition between sky and
Lung


Lest the prey not be mistaken

Lest extinction be a fetish worn like cruel pendants upon the uninsignia-ed

Lest fear not be politic-ed to the
Hacking of hands holding hacks to our
Own

                        Claw
           While you still have
                     Claws to
                    Claw with

World shunt
Against the
Bile-hearted wearers of these ugly badges
Of different colors but same shapes

The godfearing and godless will **** you all the same.

mellow fed fun slide
help ***** slipped
slop neck chipped
huck gunk up through
dry and tired
mouths

like foretelling sirens for the twister
but, sister- it’s better that these blisters
from the still rot riots
from tired auxiliary habits
the meat ****** hammer table hungers
the hinges in the same doors like ugly, earworm-popsong-poisons
the scuffs in the rug
the runs in the tapestries torn down to wrap/lug loot from the pillaging of the castle sanctum
like these cold towers
like nights with out night watches
like a starless mind

like what he said about hemlock
like knocking down the mysteries hanging like static from around the corners of your eyefolds
like skinrolled maps to oblique stations of new and hipper torture device forms

new **** walks in with purpose
here to speak ugly and true

the tufted rafter-huggers whip stares downwards at the

hate-*** hero

all cowboy, again
but this time - good.

and the songs are as hungry
as their calibers
allow.