This is the Love

This love is to love the pinky toe in weight to the face, And the harsh coughs as if whispered vows. The hard sleep as moans of pleasure. And the grumbling tummy as if a delicate laugh. This is a wonderful panicking. This is the fight and the submission of a rebellious religion. And it…

All for Goddamn Naught

Brodie-helmeted, man-beasts barrel toward Vickers-blowing, bayonet-bladed men Under this glasslike blue skyshell, cross a dead-pocked, grassless fen. Death-bound screams swell-hollow, among bashed-space and trembling bomb-shook, leafless trees; Rattling weapons, sibilating bullets, missile shrieks raze silence, the warisons riot the breeze! Chaotic-thick tangle: buzzing bluebottles, spiraling-wobbled and concussed display more sense. The lucky-lions Valhalla-bounced fast, the…