Hard Seen Night

They came
red dark bursts
of flame
thirty-six letters spun living deeds
unloving pupils
bumbling tongues
their foundation—a high
mountainous host
of world-lent
reputation
built talk upon
silent song
blood-caked lashing purple
magnifying
the gaping electorate.

Bukbones bent, lending, aped,
insinuating after. Radiated
in a new million,
their mad-slick ears,
augur,
a tough intense.

And delights
in fevers
assembling unlawful
shawl hurt garment rung
tapestries kicked
sandal slung.

Frenzied
slither
broth pinked
outside a main
A graying lung.

Decade

On a postmodern roam through post-
mortem Rome,
my main man and his ridiculous dream,
accumulation,
a signature union, square zeroes,
half a downtown away,
believing his
why-live-here under a distinct,
defunct districting, the Southeastern
seaport’s
caucusing clockface,
illumined,
vibrating that vision, scorched-out,
yellow—faded memory, fading polaroid,
finally, wholly processed.

Florida

They—the all-closed—breaking
out from flogged off memory,
beneath forgetting skies.
glistening, radio-free, sounding
out the century, when we
served as two, and then as one,
and then as other than
we could find
ability
to offer to ourselves,
and then in another,
for both, now gone,
so I write in free measure
by liquefied flight from impunity’s liberties.