to the headache wine, receive a mild cudgeling.
"While Victrolas are aimed out of every window.
Their sounds overlapping till there's a stasis-a silence.
We see proficiency in banjo, ukulele.
of wooden waves. Back and forth.
Gargoyle dips a finger in the clockworks.
a booth that sells globes of the dust bowl.
gropes blindly to find it again.
to catch a good lookin' drifter in a stack.
A textbook napoleon waits at the bottle depot.
Soapbox and 2-liver perched on the tombs.
There are fewer of us now.
from their hair in time with the music.
Hands appear, try to chip back to flesh.
from our desks and porches.
We find skulls at the bottom of feedbags.
neighbors are eyed with a new suspicion.
fallen to the epicenter of a miner's war-song.
the creatures frozen in their chests.
We decided not to leave.
Our scarves unspooled in a wind.
to follow us down the hall.
in the same chemical tub, same buckteeth.
… put something down, minute later, it's gone.
sawteeth'll come through the floorboards.
for foraging, escaping when necessary.
to address the laws of growth & speed.
phosphorous drips down our hands.
Our hiding place becomes a monument.
A dog is tossed out of the storm, one leg missing.
they are swallowed by the wood.
an eye that drops its skin to the ground.
shapes like larvae pulse deep in the neon.
You will come back for me.