*xxxxxSensemaya, the snake
xxxxSensamaya
xxxSensemaya, with its eyes
xxSensamaya,
x(Nicolas Guillen)
Be such a strong fact
You would sleep
Of those I kill
Milk running over
Name a variant of “scheme”
To act not hurt
Render it barren
Nor spill dripping rain
Athene asks Turn it up
xxxxxThe hungry Syrians
& whose up for rule?
A labrys, the double head
An ax for thought
Carnage
Suffer eclipse
can’t see can’t see the syndicates
For want of a brain
xxxxxyet I have
without wine
succumbed
this crazy election
xxHooked the little box world
Men are stumping in their speeches
I can’t be media for want of a brain
Stains set you free after vetting
The secret pacts and deals
Go crazy with conspiracy
I always vote beside the hearth
Keep my house alive
Be not a murderer of sleep
Bloc at the feet
For want of a brainstem
The spears go free
All my arrows were the candidates
Ur-this, the ur-that, ur-person
xxxxone who told a story, silly, too long
Aggrandizement
The self goes down….
In augury with a nuked family
For want of a society the bees run free
For want of a tibula, the world strums
Sisters elect of our wonder; a barker:
xxxxpearls and blue beads
Cobalt stuff
xxxxAn outfit
For want of obstruction
run free
& the other one had a cuff link perhaps
will others don?
will swear?
Keep an upright way
Pancake makeup & pundits
And sway to a better idea?
Make no mistake
xxxWhen greater disaster comes
Robber is all you are
Helm of my state will not go gentle
Out of the riches, yet
mid-grips for the temps on strike in Michigan
This is not a red state
This is the city of Pallas
Alive in the estates of the father
Enough, cry hold
Arrows
& they bitter come from a mocking tree
in ritual misadventure
upon all who stroll across oaths
Hunted beast slips from our nets
gone
Won’t sleep me with me no more no more
for want of a bed
Charioteers go on strike
xxxfor want of a whip
Mount the statue of Athene
and her plebes
xxxxxEyes horrible with blood
who cannot see it’s plain to see
stain & power, a powerwall’s streets
xxReceive your call
In secrecy of night
spring clear for want of a holy ear
Hears what it calls to all hers
You can not get me dream,
xxxxFuries
For want of an eye
Whimper you must
For want of an ark
You cannot get me an ark
For want of the sea
For want of my solace
A kind of school
Go Hermes
Help me pour these lustral
xxxxwaters
Or get up, feet
For want of a mother-snake
A hound whose thought of hunting has no shape
Ok, slack em
Let go, bloodshot breath
Vital’s heat
The dumb TV waken. speak severally
new more promises
In the town hall
You want plurality
Try a whole matricidal chorus
Trumped up for this
Let stabbing voice of the Etruscan
Let her breathe
A single ballot can restore a tree house
O god of the younger generation
Under the pods
xxA future cruelty
Fuck land & bring your ton of hatred upon it
Tyranny not bring your bulk of hatred on anything
Civility? I promise you a void
I promise you a place
In the sacrosanct booth
Jagged loners eat the seeds
Or I’ll accept all devotions by you, citizens