Redline

A spark hits the ice
& the Sun is hooked,
abandoned plazas
scenting phrase-

a chariot lights
a fox & runs
a hilt of moon
through the Eyes In the Sky,

a daggered hillside jaunt-

a greening despairs
to blackest browning,
stewed in some
hope cum bile,

stenches burst
from shaded doorways,
the streets behind
are honking sows.

Pork, crawl,
& dine.

Fattened little
pismire bastards,
dandelions
eat your sidewalks!

Titillating
treacherous
thistledown t.rust,

neglected office
gripping hilts...

blurs the night
(or sight)
with distracted sweat

as a rip of flesh
carries the carrion scent.

A face in blue,
pitched in the black
& drinking trees
in a home of stubs,

neon memories
in the red,
earthbound strikes
boulder the slips...

grunting stalk
of shattered roads,

the flat of the blade
subdues the clay-
credit to mud
or oozing laze...

animate death,

this dirt, it sings
for a coat of blood,

pray

a light hits the ground,
the bottom line is booked,
the vengeful Muses
forcing earth...

eat with hungered
arcane eye,
bleed with living
will & die.