Savage Summer

The summer savages me
And I await September
And something of much
Magnitutde

Gathers around me
Transfixed by explosions
From the other side
Of the world

Screaming within
Scrawled across the skin
And I feel
The breath of a living God

Like an abandoned city
I crumble, saturated
With fresh blood
I am embraced, then eradicated

Aftermath of Domestic Warfare

here is a dark bruise
Beneath the eye
But not a word is spoken
And the patten is unbroken

The new day dawns.
Birds begin to sing
And we pretend
That nothing's happening

No great revelation here

A lobster plunged into boiling water
Hear its long-drawn out scream
And the expected dinner part guests
Will, I'm sure, be most impressed.