Mangle of Insipid Arthropods Eaten Ever by Night

with reticulated majesty breaks my flight and lets me down

macabre tragedy sets my wheels on fire and drives me to the edge of sound

I spit out all the glass and blood

Tangled in these words of love

Strangled the mourning dove

And left for the outskirts of nowhere

Maybe mayhem will find my grieving pig

Stick him with a sticky fig

Grill him on his back In November rain

I’ll never go there again 

to be tried doubled inside the steaming sack

All my muscles put on slack

I’ll erase this place ‘til all is black

A caramelized mirror for the moon.