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in an extreme moment of anger, alone
and naked on top of a mountain;
overlooking two oceans, warm and cold,
he decided that:

"submergence, nurture, being held ...
these are feelings i must work against
to become windtorn as a rock
or smooth as white bone. sex is
the moistness of the rain and the ocean damp -
i instead want to be stripped by the sun
and become more alone / myself."

now, lust seeping through his pores
and the heady smell of women filling his senses,
he is forced to repeat to himself:
"this is what you wanted";
an incantation which only partly blankets
the dead space inside
and around.

bank city

bank city: enclave of fear;
the dogs brood over the streets in packs.
overalls, gas mask, condom -
blood is the moment and the earth is on fire.

delirious with death and ecstasy;
no-one sleeps: fuck wildly with fear.
hot blood shaking like an earthquake
the scythe is loose upon the fields of bones.

to sleep and to remember;
to choose or list: to happen.
steaming with revenge and madness,
the hand descends to count you out -

scorched earth policy of the gods.