lines jan. 16

gentle centrism:the most radical
of positions.drowning in the dirt
of new words:treason(in the bones
of the state)mud,the paste
of the dead,smeared
on the face.something broke
in the seat of the soul:alarmism
becomes him & tragedy
has a nuclear face.

shouting in the mirror,words
scribbled on the glass
in lipstick the color of blood.

line, jan. 13

i'm a matchbox in the rain,but
the storm hates no one.
twine wrapped around 2
popsicle sticks:the beating
heart of the world snake.

dugin calls for young
fascists throwing time
bombs.my head
is a time bomb ticking
backward to explode
the boy i was.

here in the wild the dirt
is wet.

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